Chapter 86 What Happened Three Months Before?

The space inside the room with the lady-angel statue fluctuated, and an enigmatic youth appeared from nowhere in the room just in front of the lady-angel statue.

"Are you staying here tonight?"Cynthia asked in his mind.

"Nope, I need somewhere to go to spend tonight… Have you forgotten there is no bed here in this building? There's not even a couch." Bobby responded and walked toward the entrance of his office building unhurriedly.

He then stepped out of the building, jumped back into his red super-model vehicle, and began driving toward the center of the military site.

Several minutes later, he parked the vehicle in a grass field beside an enormous mansion that lay in the centermost region inside the military site.

His head rang teasingly as Cynthia's voice sounded as he got out of the car.

"Here I thought you were going to a hotel or motel, but hmm, you still can't forget her, can you?... I totally understand you, bro. After what happens with that amateur researcher-slash-robot, you must be pretty pent up, right?.... Hee-hee-hee, go for it." Her cheering, on the other hand, sounded ironic to him, but he still acted all natural and he walked toward the mansion and rang the doorbell.

Ding-Ding!

After a couple of minutes, the door of the house opened with an electrical ringing sound and an icy-cold voice came out from inside the room. "Are you still not coming in?"

The moment Bobby heard her voice, he couldn't help but smile and enter the room with no care.

He proceeded to the guest room as if it were his own house, and he was perfectly aware of the inside of it. After that, he sat on the couch and leaned his back leisurely, and asked. "Are you still refraining from seeing me?"

The room turned awkwardly silent as nobody replied to him.

After several minutes, Bobby made a heavy sigh, like a seasoned old geezer, and spoke again. "Are you still not going to offer even a glass of water to your man? Alright, I'm sorry for being rude to you that day, okay? But, I have my ?reason. In addition, even though I was slightly forceful at first, weren't you the one who insisted on my staying further and made me..."

Before he could even finish his words, the person who was inside the room hiding somewhere breezed in. interrupting him. "Shut up, bastard! Don't you dare spout that nonsense inside my home with your filthy mouth!"

"Scarlette, it seems like there has been a misunderstanding. Wouldn't it be nice to have a proper discussion of what happened that day out here?" Bobby spoke in his gentlest tone.

Then, the next moment, a beautiful eye-catching lady entered the room. Bobby's eyes were drawn to the tall and gorgeous Scarlette standing before him in the guest room, donning all-white pajamas in a sleeping position. It was Scarlette Chanel, his boss. She sat on the couch opposite him while facing their eyes directly.

"Why are you here this late here? Have you forgotten what I told you three months before?" Scarlette Chanel said, glaring at him. "Hmm, you seem to forget. Then I'll remain with you once more. Hey, bastard, your face reminds me of that day and it's really disgusting. So, never show your face again to me. I'm extremely tired today. Now you can leave, and I won't bother you again."

"Why would I do that? I don't understand why you are still worried about that thing till today. But, listen to this carefully. I agreed. That day I was the one who made an advance without your consent but why don't you listen to yourself and your heart first? You like me. Considering your abilities, you could have killed me with your pinky finger, but instead, you did nothing at all. What is stopping you from killing me instead?" Bobby responded.

Then he further added. "There's no doubt that you like me both physically and romantically, Scarlette. What about stopping acting like a girl, getting your shit together, and making a decision? Regardless, you are my woman and I will do whatever I want with you. If you don't like me, then you still have one more option…." As he spoke all serious with a charming smile and moved toward her and leaned down, moving his mouth toward her face and whispered in her ear. "Just kill me. Or I'll do the same thing to you ?I did to you once again." He then put her earlobe inside his mouth and bit it lightly.

"Stop, you bastard!" Scarlette shouted, and she abruptly japed his stomach with her fingers, stabbing inside. "I'll kill you."

Neither Bobby flinched nor screamed as he smiled and closed his face with hers and said. "So, really, like to kill me. Then, this much can never kill me." He then held her hand, stabbing his stomach with both his hands and pulling it out from inside his stomach. "Try my heart directly like this." Using her pointed hand, covered in glowing Origin Chi, he stabbed himself in the heart like a sharp blade.

Puchi!

"No!" Scarlette yelped and halted her hand just a few millimeters away from? his heart, but her fingernails grazed a bit of the outer surface of his heart.

"Why? Haven't you decided to kill me? This is the only way. Don't hold back."

Then Bobby used more strength with his hands and tried to insert her hand deeper, but due to the fact that her strength was so much greater than his, he was able to bulge just a bit of her hand.

Scarlette quickly removed her hand and slapped him and shouted. "Stop this! Are you fucking out of your mind?"

"So, you don't like to dirty your hand by killing a scum like me, right? Fair enough, I can still do it myself." An amiable smile spread across his face as he took out the knife he had received from the assassin he had killed before and stabbed it in his heart.

"No." Scarlette stopped it with her hand, snatched it away from his hands, and threw it far away. Bobby watched her worried, stricken face covered with snorts and tears. She then began to slap his face over and over again and said while sobbing. "Stupid, why are you so eager to die? If you happen to die and what'll happen to me? Have you forgotten what you just said? I'm your woman. Do you want to make me a widow soon like that? If you do it something like it again, then I'll never forgive you, idiot."

"Now, you're stopping me, too. So, what now?" Bobby asked.

Scarlette began sobbing more and more. Then she caressed his face and said affectionately. "Sorry, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please, don't scare me like that anymore."

"Why scared? Hmm, you don't even like me…. Oh, don't you say you felt disgusted at seeing my face anymore? Who cares if I die or not?" Bobby asked again, looking at her face again.

"Yes, I hate you. You idiot!" Scarlette responded, but contrary to her words leaned toward his face and sealed his lips with her, and began kissing as she tried to console her beloved or, more likely, console herself.

She caught Bobby off guard this time. But who cared? He was happy to continue what he started as he raised his hand and supported her head and the two kissed affectionately.

Several minutes after beginning with a kiss that was innocent, it changed to a hungry kiss as if Scarlette was wildly kissing him like a hungry fox as if her rollercoaster-like emotion just spurred her to have even more sexual drive and she began to slip her hands into his shirts and caress his chests and abs.

She then bit his lower lip quite hard, causing him to bleed.

"Ouch! It hurts." Bobby exclaimed in pain as he moved back his head.

"Deserve you right. You scoundrel. Hmph, can't even bear that ?bit of pain? When I compare what you make me go through with what I don't yet have the ability to do, I'm merciful enough. Take that as my way of revenge." Scarlette scoffed at him.

"Is it that painful?" Bobby asked innocently.

"What did you think? That's my first time and you ruin everything that I have imagined my whole life that day by just being rushed from your part. And yes, for the record, it's really unbearably painful." Scarlette pouted at him cutely.

Bobby hugged her in his embrace, padded her head, and said in a gentle tone. "Sorry, my darling, I should have been more careful that time. But, umm…."

"It was not the physical pain that hurt me most, but the thought that someone I like and love, like you, forced himself onto me without my consent? That's unbearable. Are you that needy?" Scarlette said meekly as her face snuggled into his chest and her hand caressed the other chest. "I told you the next morning not to come to me on a whim, and you haven't come to me to console me for the past three months. It seems like you abandoned me after that, so I totally have the right to stab you in your gut. You owe me a big one." "So, tell me what actually happened that day."