Chapter 124 - The Conspiracy That Had Been Planned For A Night

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too good, and the chat with his friends was rather enjoyable, Scarlett was a bit confused. It felt like what she said had really happened before.

But in fact, occasionally, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.

If she and Mike didn't have that history.

If the Lauren family didn't stop her.

It would be wonderful to be his wife.

They could invite their friends to their place.

And just like a normal couple, they would talk and laugh with friends. How happy would that be?

Seeing Scarlett's eyes, Ben exchanged a look with Mike.

And it said, "Bro, I have done what I should do, and the next is up to you."

However, Mike didn't receive his hint and what's worse, he still put on a straight face like he was not in the mood to talk. Ben and Jett thought that this guy was so stupid.

Jett had an idea. He was going to put more fuel to the fire!

He stood up, grabbed a bottle of champagne on the table, and filled Scarlett's empty goblet.

"I don't drink." Scarlett looked at the glass in surprise.

"This is not strong. Besides, it is good for your skin if you have a glass of it before sleeping." Jett picked up his wine glass and said.

"This is the first time we meet, Scarlett. I will drink it up to show my welcome!"

Without giving Scarlett a chance to refuse, Jett drank it in one gulp. Scarlett had no choice but to look at Mike for help.

She would get drunk with only one glass of wine, and it would be a disaster if she was drunk and disorderly.

However, at this time, Mike lowered his head and concentrated on peeling the prawns for Scarlett, and did not notice her eyes.

It could be said that he didn't want to see it as well.

Scarlett recalled that Mike had told her these two were friends of his and also important partners. She had to give them face.

Thus, she made up her mind and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good job. Come, let's eat." Jett saw Scarlett drink it all and then looked at Mike.

And his eyes said, "Dude, I've done what I could. If you still can't handle it tonight, we will shame on you!"

What he got was a heavy kick from Mike under the table. "How dare you did it to my little wild cat!

"I will do it myself!"

Jett curled his lips in disgust. This guy didn't stop him just now at all!

What a hypocrite!

After drinking, Scarlett began to talk more. Her vision became more blurred. At first, she could sit on her own. But later, she unconsciously leaned on Mike.

Mike's face was clearly much more soften. He was very satisfied with her moves.

It seemed that his little wild cat really got drunk.

Look, she was so cute after drinking.

Seeing that their trick worked, Ben and Jett looked at each other and left quickly.

Scarlett felt that the world had span slowly...

It felt like she was dancing...

After seeing off his two friends, Mike turned to look at his drunk wild cat sitting on the sofa. She held her head and drew circles, looking silly and adorable.

Scarlett was wondering why the world was spinning, and then, she was picked up by Mike.

"Honey, is it an earthquake?" After calling him honey for a night, she blurted out again.

She was actually infatuated with the feeling of calling him honey after their divorce.

It was so sad.

She said it quickly, and the person who listened answered quickly too.

"It's fine. I'll help you to get a rest."

His tone was so gentle that she could hear nothing evil at all.

Scarlett was dizzy. He carried her up the stairs when she wrapped her hand around his neck.

"Honey, I feel dizzy. I want to sleep." His eyes slowly closed.

Such a sleepy little cat made Mike's heart itch.

"Okay, just sleep."

Mike quickened his pace and walked towards his room.

"What are you doing? It's so late. Do you still want to work? It's not good for your health." Scarlett muttered, and her thinking had already slowed down.

"You will never earn enough. You don't need to overdo it. Your health is more important."

These words could only be said to him after she was drunk.

Scarlett did not want to ask herself if she was acting or speaking her true heart.

"It's okay to work a little harder for you."

His words were too touching.

But his moves were a little bit weird, though.

Mike kicked the door open, and Scarlett opened her eyes in shock.

"Hey, is this your room?"

After she moved in, they slept in separate rooms.

She recognized his room. Every time she cleaned it up, she would feel a little sad. Why did such a good man not belong to her?

"Honey, are you drunk? Do you forget where my room is?"

Scarlett was so drunk, but she still covered her mouth and laughed at her "drunk" husband.

He always laughed at her for being inept at drinking, and now it seemed that he was a bad drinker as well!

Before she could finish her words, she was thrown onto the bed.

Scarlett felt her body jolt, and before she could react, he pressed down.

"What are you doing? You are so heavy. Get up of me!"

Scarlett pushed him away, and suddenly, he sealed her lips with his, unhurried yet conveying the determination to "eat" her tonight.

He had planned it for so long, using a night's time, and even asking his two good friends to help. It was time to "check" the results of his efforts.

This was a kind of tacit understanding between each other. Scarlett was difficult to resist him when she was sober, now that she was drunk, it was even harder to resist him now.

Scarlett felt that it was not bad to be drunk.

This way, she could be at ease with the heavy burden in her heart and not think about whether she was worthy of him or not. She could look at him as unscrupulously as she wanted.

Her looks made Mike very satisfied.

"Don't worry, we have a whole night," Mike said with a low laugh.

There was a lot of time, he had to take it slow.

Scarlett, who was drunk, pouted in dissatisfaction. She did not want to separate from him.

She saw that a very outstanding man in front of her, and his good friend's evaluation of him still lingered in her ears. There was a suppressed desire surging in her body.

And it was also growing and shouting.

The alcohol made her lose her rationality and fade away from the distance between the two of them. He was not her boss and she was not his ex-wife now. They only had each other in their eyes.

"Handsome, you have nowhere to escape!"

Her vulgar line made Mike's mouth twitch.

She was even cuter and more active after drunk than he could imagine.

Scarlett saw that he was not moving, and a sense of satisfaction flowed in her heart. No matter how outstanding he was, at this moment, he belonged to her.

"You're not allowed to run away." She was not timid anymore, and finally, she returned the means he often used on her.

"Yes, I won't run." Mike spread out his hands and acted as if she could do anything to him. A flicker of craftiness crossed his eyes.

Just as Scarlett was about to turn into a witch and do something to him, a sudden bell rang.

"Buy my eggs, buy my eggs. Eat them and you will be the rich! Eat them and you will live a hundred years!"