Chapter 37

Scarlett’s POV After Damian left, boredom started to creep in. I checked my phone, replied to a few messages from friends and family, and scrolled through the internet for a while. But my stomach kept cramping with hunger, making it impossible to focus on anything. I called Eleanor. “Ellie, where are you?” “Scarlett, they said it’ll take another thirty minutes before traffic clears. Are you really starving?” she asked. “Starving,” I groaned, lying weakly on the hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. “Just order whatever’s fastest. Something five minutes out, then call me. I swear my stomach feels glued to my spine.” “Okay, okay. Hang in there. I’ll place an order right now.” After hanging up, I rubbed my flat, growling stomach and closed my eyes. Not even five minutes later, the hospital room door creaked open. I sat up straight, eyes lighting up. “Wow, I didn’t expect delivery to be this fast! That was—” My words caught in my throat. Everett stepped in, tall and calm, holding a frui