Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 47

Scarlett

Chapter 47

Scarlett’s POV

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I rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling the pull yet still cautious. “I… I want you too, Maxwell,” I whispered softly, “but I just need a bit more time.”

Maxwell’s eyes softened, his gaze understanding as he nodded, holding me close. He respected my hesitation, and in that moment, felt that maybe–just maybe–I was safe here, that this bond we were building could be real. The warmth of his embrace reassured me, and I allowed myself to lean into the comfort, trusting that they were willing to wait until I was truly ready

I slipped off Maxwell’s lap and returned to my seat, feeling the weight of both Clay and Lucian’s gazes on me. My cheeks flushed and I kept my eyes down, the intensity of the moment lingering.

“We can’t wait to make you ours, Scarlett,” Lucian said softly, his tone laced with a warmth and patience I hadn’t expected from him. His words, so genuine and gentle, caught me off guard.

“I’m sorry I spent so much time hating and despising you instead of getting to know you. Thank you for giving us a chance.”

When I looked up, his eyes were misty, reflecting a depth of emotion that was new to me. Lucian, despite everything, felt things deeply. It made his tenderness now all the more precious.

After spending a little longer in their apartment, I decided to head back to my room. Lucian had asked me to move back to their flat, but I had gently requested more time. I knew I’d end up there eventually, and the patience they showed only strengthened my growing trust.

Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, my mind filled with thoughts and lingering questions. Could I truly trust in this change? Was

their sincerity real? I wanted to believe it, but the hurt from before made it difficult. Still, something within me whispered to trust,

to let hope take root. As I drifted closer to sleep, a soft knock sounded at my door, and a familiar scent of sandalwood filled the air.

“Come in, Maxwell,” I called, already knowing it was him. The door opened, and he stepped in, looking casual yet rugged in his

simple shirt and shorts, his curls tousled as if he’d been lying down before coming to find me.

Do

you

mind if I… spoon you tonight? I couldn’t sleep,” he asked, his voice a low murmur, laced with a vulnerability that melted

my hesitations. I smiled, nodding, and he climbed onto the bed, lying down beside me.

Turning my back to him, I felt him wrap his arm around me, pulling me close until my back pressed against his chest. His warmth

enveloped me, soothing and grounding me in a way that I hadn’t expected.

His bul

A gentle heat built betwe

something innocent yet laced with a quiet desire that simmered beneath the surface, unspoken but present. Though it was winter, the room felt warm and safe, a sanctuary I hadn’t known I needed. Maxwell’s hand rested lightly on my waist, holding me securely, and as I relaxed into his embrace, I felt myself finally let go of the questions and worries.

your hesitation, your “I’m sorry, Scarlett,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck. “I’m sorry for everything. I can feel mistrust. But I want you to know you have nothing to worry about. Our love is genuine, and

“e’ll never turn our backs on you.

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His words wrapped around me, his warmth pressing into me, and I couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall. My mind was torn, so full of conflicting memories–the way they had treated me before, the loneliness and pain, but also the undeniable tenderness Maxwell was offering now. My heart wanted to believe him, to give in, but the pain of the past kept tugging me back.

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Michele Gremillion

hard for her to trust. I hope she’ll allow herself to believe their sincerity soon.

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