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Seeing this, Scarlette's mind went blank.
Had she discovered Marcellus' secret?
Scarlette suddenly felt guilty. Although she had not done it on purpose, she had probed his privacy.
It was an immoral act.
Scarlette didn't have time to dwell on it. She wanted to put the photo and the card back, but she couldn't seem to do so as her hands were shaking.
"What are you doing?"
A voice laced with coldness suddenly sounded from behind her.
Scarlette's body trembled instinctively, and the photo frame in her hand fell again. This time, however, it did not fall to the ground. It was caught by Marcellus instead.
Scarlette whirled around. When she met his gaze, she saw the rigidness in his eyes.
She was so nervous that she felt her throat tighten. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
She definitely didn't mean to enter his study, neither did she want to probe into his secrets.
She wondered whether Marcellus would believe her.
"Get out." Although his voice was lowered, she could still hear the anger in his tone.
Scarlette's heart skipped a beat at this. Great, she had irritated him again!
Without hesitation, Scarlette bent down to pick up the box on the floor and promptly walked out. When she turned around to close the door to the study room, she saw that Marcellus's gaze was fixed on the photo.
It seemed to be something very precious to Marcellus.
After closing the door with guilt, she went down the stairs with the box in her arms. At this moment, Ethan had already displayed some food on the table.
Spotting that Scarlette was holding a box, he asked, "Madam, what is that for?"
"I'm trying to look for the storage room," Scarlette answered honestly.
Ethan replied, "The storage room is in the attic."
The attic?
Scarlette was a little confused. She did not see the attic when she toured the house earlier.
"Madam, leave it to me." Ethan proceeded to take the box from Scarlette's arms and added, "Please enjoy your meal. The dishes are all..."
"Ethan, I seem to have done something wrong and made him mad," Scarlette cut him off.
Hearing Scarlette's words, Ethan felt a little speechless.
To tell the truth, he had been working by Marcellus' side for many years. It was rare for Marcellus to show any emotions.
There were only a few people who could make him angry. What kind of luck did Scarlette have that day?
"Madam, what did you do?"
Scarlette sighed, "I entered his study and accidentally bumped into his..." She stopped mid-sentence, as the words 'photo frame' and 'secret' were stuck in her throat.
Ethan spoke, "It was all my fault. I didn't tell you that Mr. Yeager's study is a forbidden area and no one is allowed to enter."
A forbidden area?
Hearing this, Scarlette understood at once. The study room was Marcellus' private space. If her private space was trespassed by others, she would be upset too.
At this thought, Scarlette blamed herself even more. It was all because of her recklessness.
The dishes for dinner that night were delivered from Yeager Mansion. All of them were Scarlette's favorites.
However, Scarlette didn't pay attention to the dishes because of what happened earlier. Her guilt was weighing heavily on her mind and she only took a few mouthfuls of food. As for Marcellus, he did not come out of his study.
Later that night, Scarlette lay herself on the bed after washing up. She couldn't fall asleep, constantly tossing and turning.
Firstly, it was because she wasn't used to the new bed.
Secondly, she was frustrated at herself. She was foolish enough to enter the study and make Marcellus angry.
Thinking about it again, the name 'Clara' suddenly appeared in her mind.
It lingered in her mind.
Cellus.
That nickname sounded incredibly intimate. It also seemed that Marcellus cherished the photo profoundly. Scarlette believed that the girl, Clara, must have had a good relationship with Marcellus.
So, was Clara the person whom Marcellus fell in love with?
For some reason, an unpleasant feeling surged in Scarlette's heart.
In that case, why did he marry her?
Scarlette suddenly felt perturbed. She pulled the quilt over her head and forced herself not to think about it anymore.
