Chapter 73

Harvey’s POV: The two of us chatted away like we were a couple, our interaction casual, intimate. Especially with Scarlett leaning on my arm like it was the most natural thing in the world… so comfortable, so close. Everett seemed to have seen enough. He shoved the plate into James’s hand and stormed off. His steps were all over the place—quick and messy. It was as if he were fleeing. The villa’s front door creaked open, then slammed shut. A gust of cold wind sneaked in, quickly fading in the warmth of the living room like it had never been there. James and Eleanor exchanged a weird glance. Scarlett and I, on the other hand, sitting on the couch, weren’t fazed at all by Everett’s sudden exit. “Scarlett, your acting still needs work,” I said seriously, like I was giving notes after a role play. Scarlett let go of my arm, snatched the glass of plum water from my hand, took a sip, then looked up slightly. “I write, not act. You know that.” “No worries. Next time I’ll take the lead. I prom