Chapter 112 - Fierce Quarrel

Scarlett's hesitant expression was even more sinful in Mike's eyes.

She dared to savor the other's touch over and over again.

Seeing his coming, Scarlett's animal-like intuition played a decisive role.

She snuck into the bathroom and locked the door. She was afraid that Mike would vent his anger on her innocent long hair.

She deliberately dawdled inside. Mike stood alone in front of the window. The smoke in his hand lit up one after another. He was plotting something in his heart.

Richard's words were still in his ears. He used too many tricks. This was indeed Mike's weakness.

He couldn't even remember how many tricks he had used on Scarlett.

If Richard hadn't appeared, Mike would take control of everything.

Scarlett wasn't stupid, but she wasn't extremely intelligent. As long as he seduced her step by step, she would be able to fall in love with him. However, the presence of Richard shook Mike's emotions.

Scarlett's attitude towards him had changed.

But this progress was not enough.

It was still far from what he needed in his heart.

Richard was like a thorn that fiercely stabbed into his heart.

After all, Richard had brought many beautiful memories to Scarlett during the years when he was vacant.

He must solve Richard. He had to change his tactics towards Scarlett.

He thought that as long as he stared at her, she would stay behind.

However, he forgot that she was not easy to get. Mike lowered his face, seemed to be scheming something.

Scarlett took a bubble bath inside. She thought that she couldn't escape in the end. Mike was still waiting for her outside.

So she changed into a casual outfit and walked out.

Mike leaned lazily against the window lattice, his hand still burning with a cigarette that he hadn't even taken a single breath of. He looked a little decadent.

Seeing Scarlett come out, he put out the cigarette and didn't look at her. He just quietly looked out of the window.

Scarlett's hair was still half dry. Her two big eyes were watering. She looked at him with fear of being hurt and a desire to be close.

In the end, Scarlett's concern for him was greater than her fear. She stepped forward, touched his wounds, and asked with concern.

"Does the injury on your body hurt?"

She felt pain when she saw him and Richard fighting. They wished they could kill each other, and both of them attacked ruthlessly.

"It doesn't hurt. He's more miserable." He was still arrogant.

The corner of Scarlett's mouth twitched. She thought Mike was too childish.

"This injury is a little broken. I'll go get some potion for you," she said.

She stood up. Suddenly, Mike grabbed her arm and pressed her against the window.

His handsome face had a hint of malice.

"My patience is limited," he said.

"What?" Scarlett was stunned for a moment. Then he kissed her hard.

He didn't give Scarlett a chance to react.

Mike forgot what tenderness was and rampaged on her lips.

She didn't know how she provoked him.

Scarlett was hurt by his rude kiss. Her wronged expression fell into Mike's eyes.

Suddenly, Scarlett narrowed her eyes in pain and took a deep breath. She tasted the smell of blood in her mouth.

He bit the tip of her tongue. It hurts!

Seeing that she was in pain, Mike was slightly balanced.

He wanted to let her feel pain, let her share his anger.

He let go of her, looked at Scarlett's aggrieved appearance.

He announced domineeringly, "Scarlett, remember, you're mine! Stay away from those wild men!"

With the previous lesson, Scarlett was naturally not confident in herself. She thought that he just treated her as his personal belongings.

"I didn't do anything! And then you started fighting for no reason..." she said.

She didn't provoke anyone.

Her excuse made Mike frown in dissatisfaction, "Do you care about that wild man?"

"What wild man? His name is Richard!" she said.

Mike's expression suddenly became very ugly, as if he wanted to devour Scarlett alive.

"You want to agree to his proposal?" he asked.

"No!" Scarlett felt powerless. She found it so difficult to communicate with Mike.

"Then why are you thinking about him!"

"Please! You are the president of the Abraham Group, and he is the young master of the Cowan family. Isn't it nice for you two to fight on the streets? You want to be madmen yourself, don't drag me along, okay?"

If this fighting video were to spread out, she might be spread as a bad woman!

Her words did not show her care about Richard. Mike's anger subsided slightly.

But then, Scarlett's words once again touched his bottom line.

"Although I'm just working for you, I still have my dignity! What exactly do you consider me as? If you're unhappy, you usually roar at me, then kiss me! Daniel is also working for you. Will you kiss him?"

This metaphor not only succeeded in disgusting Mike but also caused Mike's anger to soar to the extreme.

He grabbed Scarlett's arm and fiercely asked, "Worker, is that how you position yourself?"

"Isn't that so?" Scarlett retorted.

That day, it was also because of Richard, he said that she was nothing to him.

Now that she had seen this reality clearly, the person who was dissatisfied was still him.

All the bad things had been done by Mike, and he still acted like she had let him down. She really did not understand what Mike was thinking.

Mike wanted to tear her apart now.

But he quickly came up with a better alternative.

"Very good. Since you think you're a worker, I'll let you do your part!" he said.

He suddenly grabbed the bronze ornament in front of the window and smashed it against the glass.

Scarlett was so scared by the loud noise that her face turned pale and she screamed.

But this wasn't the end. Mike smashed everything in his house. Scarlett stood in the mess and watched him go crazy.

Mike looked at Scarlett who was scared silly by him and raised his jaw, "Clean up the room!"

"Are you alright?" After a long time, Scarlett finally came to her senses.

Maybe Richard had hit him on the head and caused Mike to lose his mind.

"Didn't you say that you are just a servant? A servant must behave like a servant. Clean up!" he shouted.

Mike crossed his hands and looked at Scarlett coldly.

What he most wanted to do was tear Scarlett apart, or drag her onto the bed.