Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 268

Natalia awkwardly smoothed down her dress, looking slightly out of place.

Scarlett eyed her, "You two?"

Clearing her throat, Natalia admitted, "I've decided to give it a shot. After all, not trying at all would be my biggest regret."

"Are you sure about this?" Scarlett asked, concern lacing her voice.

Nodding, Natalia confirmed her decision.

Without another word, Scarlett wrapped her in a hug. "Natalia, I just want you to be happy."

A smile broke on Natalia's face as she hugged Scarlett back. "I will try my best."

After leaving Natalia's place, Scarlett headed straight for the diner where Elliott had agreed to meet.

But as she stepped inside, she froze.

There, besides Emeric, was Elliott—the last person she expected to see!

Elliott's eyes lit up at the sight of her. His raised eyebrows seemed to say, "See? I got you a date."

Scarlett rolled her eyes at him in disgust.

Emeric, caught off guard by her arrival, stuttered, "Dr. Scarlett, you're here too?"

Scarlett shot Elliott a glare.

Was this his idea of setting her up?

She attempted a smile at Emeric, "Hey, Emeric."

Before she could finish, Elliott interjected, "I invited you both."

He chuckled, revealing his plot.

Scarlett realized she had been played.

Elliott, that lunatic, knew exactly what he was doing!

Annoyed, she kicked him under the table.

Elliott winced, trying to play it cool. "What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

Scarlett kicked him again, harder this time. "Since you're feeling so good, enjoy it."

Elliott's face turned pale from the pain.

Fuming, he dragged Scarlett outside. "Scarlett, let's use our words, not fists!"

Scarlett snorted and bit his hand hard.

Elliott winced, revealing teeth marks on his hand after she let go. "Enough?"

Scarlett stormed back inside, leaving Elliott dumbfounded.

Back at the table, Emeric offered her a glass of red wine. "You can handle a bit of wine, right?"

Scarlett loved wine but had a low tolerance. Still, she nodded at Emeric.

Elliott, watching her act docile around Emeric, clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Why was he any less than Emeric?

Irritated, he suggested, "Forget the red. How about some vodka?"

Emeric, amused, declined. "I have surgery tomorrow. But I can get it for you, Mr. Lehner."

Elliott ordered vodka anyway, offering it to Scarlett, who downed her wine in response.

They barely spoke throughout the meal.

Elliott couldn't shake off his irritation, drinking glass after glass until the bottle was empty.