Chapter 88 - She Was Angry

Scarlett kept hypnotizing herself. He was her boss. How could he boss to eat strawberry pudding? And robbed others after he finish?

But it proved that he was so shameless!

Scarlett was speechless when he robbed her pudding. She moved it in front of him.

Then she saw him eating it like a girl!

"That seems to be mine!" she finally said.

Mike hadn't eaten such a delicious meal in a long time because he had a fight with Scarlett these past few days.

"Don't put so much sugar. It's so sweet," he said.

Damn it!

Scarlett was a little angry. "It was very sweet, yet you still stole mine and ate all of it!" she thought.

Although Mike ate pudding, his movement was elegant and charming.

But Scarlett couldn't imagine how someone would use such an elegant posture to do such a shameless act!

Finally, Mike finished eating and wiped his mouth satisfactorily.

Only then did he see that his little wildcat seemed to be a little angry.

"It's not suitable to eat such high-calorie food at night. Prepare some porridge for digestion tomorrow night," he said.

He ordered more!

"Does he really think of this place as a restaurant?" Scarlett was depressed.

"Since you still have the strength to say those unfunny jokes, I will let the housekeeper return to the house from tomorrow. Since you have recovered, you don't need anyone to take care of you."

He had not forgotten that despicable, shameless, and obscene stalk.

"Oh," Mike answered.

Scarlett nodded. She had no objection to this.

She had already recovered, and it was not good for Tilda to take care of her. Especially when she called her Mrs. Abraham. Scarlett felt embarrassed.

"Mike, don't let Tilda call me Mrs. Abraham in the future. It sounds awkward." Scarlett said.

She was clearly divorced. Although they were still in the name of a husband and wife, she felt a little uncomfortable when she was called that way.

Her words made Mike think that she was anxious to get rid of her relationship with him. He was slightly unhappy.

"Tomorrow morning, we'll have wontons. And lunch for steak. And the Philippine steak for dinner." he said.

"It's very difficult to do steak. Do you want to change it?"

"You want to be deducted from your salary?"

"Evil capitalist!"

She just happened to be here, so he couldn't wait to squeeze her surplus value?

Scarlett showed her displeasure on her face.

Seeing her unhappy face, Mike finally let out his anger because she was anxious to get rid of their relationship.

With hatred for the evil capitalists, Scarlett went into the kitchen again. She washed the dishes and prepared the ingredients for tomorrow morning. She deliberately threw the bowl out loud to show her dissatisfaction!

The kitchen symphony did not disappoint the man outside. He used to do what he liked alone.

A basin falling to the ground came from the kitchen, accompanied by Scarlett muttering softly.

"My hand slipped!"

Mike still showed a faint iceberg face.

He hated noisy places. If others dared to deliberately make noise while he was working, he would have kicked them out.

It was the sound of the shovel falling into the metal pool again.

Along with Scarlett's rather deliberate and unregretful voice, "My hand is slipping again!"

Scarlett made a series of noises, hoping that Mike, who was sittign on the living room sofa, would be angry. If he could pack up his things and slam the door, it would be perfect.

After all, the most important thing to do for a program was to be quiet, wasn't it?

Thinking of this, she was even more cheerful, and she was making noise.

In the end, she took out a shovel and knocked on the pot. She even knocked out the rhythm and played with the low-pitched rap.

"I live on the east side of the city. We have food and money. It's all that damned program ape. Steal my food and take my money!"

These messy things naturally did not escape Mike's ears.

He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he suddenly remembered what the book My Cat Master and I said.

When the injured cat starts to cause trouble, it meant that it had begun to re-admit its owner. At this time, the owner should be extra tolerant so as to avoid causing secondary damage.

Forget it and let her go.

In the kitchen, Scarlett seemed to be happy. Her hand slipped and moved one after another, interrupting his inspiration.

Finally, after several times she slid her hand, Mike spoke.

"If you continue to skate, I don't mind if I skate too."

Scarlett stopped knocking on the pan with a puzzled expression.

"Slide a few zeros in your bank card."

She trembled, and the shovel in her hand really slipped down. There was a loud noise when it landed on the floor tiles, so she hurriedly went to pick it up.

However, when she bent down, she knocked off the bowl, which let out an even louder sound.

Ten seconds later, a trembling voice sounded from the kitchen.

"This time, it's really slippery!"

Mike couldn't help but laugh.

How could there be such a stupid and cute woman!

Scarlett was mourning the loss of her salary when she suddenly heard his laughter. She was shocked.

He laughed.

Mike was extremely evil, who deducted other people's salaries.

Mike had laughed enough and suddenly felt a good inspiration in his mind.

It seemed to be the best feeling of the past few days. He hurriedly recorded it down.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Perhaps in the noisy world of fireworks, listening to Scarlett making noise is really better than being alone."

Scarlett finished her work. It was already raining heavily outside. Although it wasn't as heavy as the rain a few days ago, the rain wasn't small either.

Mike stood in front of the window and put his hand in his pocket, "I really can't go back this time."

Scarlett was unwilling and a little depressed.

This was her home. He sat on the sofa and didn't allow her to watch the drama. Scarlett was quite unhappy with his shameless behavior.

"No more noise." Mike walked to the sofa and sat down.

His calm state of work made Scarlett uncomfortable.

She leaned over and sat down beside him, threatening to interfere with his work.

"Mike, are you still having a fever? How is your body?"

'Scarlett actually took the initiative to care about him?' he thought.

He stopped the work and looked at her.

After waiting for a while, she had nothing else to say.

He shifted his gaze to the computer again, and just as he was concentrating, he heard her say gently.

"It's hard to work. Don't be so tired!"

"Yes."

He didn't react for another minute. He looked at the computer again and Scarlett smiled wickedly.

"Have you eaten the medicine tonight? Do you want me to get it for you?"

Mike finally found the problem.

Even though she was saying things that he couldn't find fault with, since she wore this cute expression.

Did she do this on purpose? A cat was indeed a naughty little animal.

Against such a situation, what did the book say?

If the cat was lying on the owner's keyboard and didn't let the owner work. It was likely that it was greedy for the temperature. Carry her up and keep her warm in its embrace.

Mike had apparently misunderstood her deliberate act of causing trouble. While Scarlett was complacent about destroying his work.

However, after a few seconds of complacency, she had already sat on his leg.

On his leg!

"What are you doing!" she shifted a few times in shame and was immediately warned by him, "Stop messing around!"

'Who exactly was making trouble? Did you know me so well?' she thought.

Seeing the calm expression of Mike, Scarlett was helpless. He even slightly adjusted her sitting posture because she blocked his line of sight.

Right now, she was leaning against his chest. Her head was forced to stick to his chest. His hands passed through her ribs. Scarlett suddenly felt like she was being hugged by a human-shaped pillow.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scarlett was furious.

Mike occupies the ground and snatches food. Now, he was using her body as a pillow.

"You..."

Scarlett was stunned for a moment.

"If I keep moving, what I want to do is not work."

That didn't sound like a problem, but Scarlett stopped.

Her face turned red again.

She could not bear it any longer. She ran to her bedroom without looking back to show her dissatisfaction.

Mike paused for a moment. He was considering if he was too eager to scare her. When they had just progressed and regressed, she rushed out again. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand and slammed it on the table in a thunderous posture.

Mike got the paper she had written. The contents on it made him laugh. It turned out that she had been meditating inside for so long, yet she had come up with such a thing?

Wasn't this the contract that they had agreed to sign when she worked for him to pay off her debts?

She purposely drew a big circle on the line "Party A shall not make any physical contact with Party B beyond the scope" with a red pen, fearing that he would not be able to see it.

"Mike, I've endured enough of you!"

"Really?" he was angry.