Flashes of the camera lights were still dancing behind Scarlett's eyelids even though she was already resting against the leather seat of the soundproof Rolls-Royce. Her head felt dizzy, as if the frequency of the voices of thousands of reporters at the gate of Teterboro Airport earlier was still lingering, buzzing in her ears like a swarm of angry bees.
Beside her, Julian Caldwell sat with his back straight, but his breathing was uneven. The man's hand was still gripping Scarlett's fingers very tightly so tightly that Scarlett could feel Julian's pulse racing wildly. The rings on their ring fingers touched each other, cold metal that had now become real proof that their status was no longer a secret locked behind a contract.
"Julian..." Scarlett's voice came out in a broken whisper. She was trembling. Not only her fingers, but every nerve in her body felt as if it had been struck by high voltage electricity. "What did you just do? In front of everyone… at the airport…"
