Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 24: Was I Really Out of Line?

Scarlett Shaw paused, and Julian Ford didn’t mention it, she almost forgot.

"If it really does spread, if I get sick, is there worker’s comp?" she asked.

Julian narrowed his eyes, holding her chin with one hand, his fingertip brushing over her skin, "Are you really that short on money?"

Scarlett fell silent.

She hadn’t been in a rush to pay off those debts, slowly but surely.

But after Penelope Shaw caused such a scene today, she really wanted to pay off everything she owed, and cut all ties.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have that much money, and you can’t eat a fat man in one bite.

Scarlett got up, avoided Julian’s touch, returned to the kitchen to put the bowls in the dishwasher, and then brought Julian water and medication, waiting for this ancestor to rest before returning to her room, retrieving the ointment she bought at the pharmacy from her bag, and applied it to herself.

Penelope Shaw had been heavy-handed, leaving no room for sentiment.

Scarlett’s body was covered in bruises, and it hurt badly with just a touch.

Especially a patch of skin on her upper back, she reached for it for a while, only managing to apply a little.

Her hand was sore and was about to give up when Julian’s cool, low voice sounded from behind, "Did you go out to eat or to fight?"

He casually wore a black robe, just a belt at the waist, his chest and abs faintly visible, leaning tall against the guest room door, looking down at Scarlett sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why didn’t you knock?!"

Scarlett was startled, quickly pulling her clothes down.

Julian: "Lift your clothes back up."

Scarlett glared at him warily.

Julian: "Whose arms are short, can’t reach their back."

Scarlett softly: "Can’t reach, then just don’t apply."

After all, it would heal eventually, just a matter of time.

Julian stepped forward with his long legs, took the ointment from her hand.

His hot palm pressed her shoulder, pinning her to the bed, fingers hooking her hem, lifting it up, his gaze falling on her bruises, his eyes darkening.

Scarlett couldn’t see Julian’s expression, only feeling the cool ointment smoothed over her back, easing the pain.

Julian moved quickly, applying it in a few swift strokes, tossing the ointment back to her.

"Did you fight back?"

Scarlett had just pulled her clothes down, stunned by his words.

"Looks like these injuries are one-sided beating."

Julian raised his lip without any humor, like a smile yet not.

"You weren’t that gentle scratching me, but against others you don’t dare hit hard?"

Scarlett: "I scratched you because you were being excessive."

Julian: "How was I excessive?"

Julian’s dark eyes were calm as water, not a ripple.

Scarlett’s mind flashed to the moment he held her, desire brimming at the corner of his eyes.

The temperature on her face suddenly rose.

She turned her head, avoiding Julian’s intent gaze, speaking softly, "The ointment is applied, aren’t you resting?"

The room was brightly lit, the flush on Scarlett’s face had nowhere to hide, long captured by Julian’s eyes.

"I’m the one with a fever, why are you blushing?"

Even with a mild fever, Julian’s voice carried a cold edge, scattering the indistinct romantic thoughts in Scarlett’s mind instantaneously.

She instinctively denied, "I’m not."

"Best not be."

Cold, indifferent four words, the meaning was obvious.

Scarlett couldn’t miss it.

Julian and she shared physical intimacy, but that was all.

In his eyes, her body could please him at certain moments, she could be an object of desire or a playful kitten when bored.

Anything else, impossible.

She really was an idiot to think otherwise.

In the following days, Scarlett dutifully played Julian’s temporary nanny at Cloud Mansion.

Skyler Miller asked her for investment data, and when Scarlett sent it, Julian happened to walk past behind her, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of her screen, casually offering some pointers.

Concise and brilliant, every word a gem.

Scarlett couldn’t help but glance at him.

Julian lowered his gaze, meeting Scarlett’s eyes, pausing slightly.

Then with interest, he pinched the back of her neck, "You like me teaching you?"

Scarlett honestly nodded.

Though Julian’s personality was poor, and his personal ethics weren’t great, he was indeed an industry elite, a dragon among men, his few remarks enlightening, worthy of admiration.

At that moment, Scarlett was crouched by the sofa, her notebook on her lap, Julian sitting on the sofa with crossed long legs, towering over her.

At this point, she could only look up at him.

Her dark eyes were round and clear, filled with sincere admiration, obedient and gentle, very amiable.

Though the two were in the same room these days, Julian was ill, and hadn’t touched Scarlett much.

Scarlett certainly wouldn’t cause herself trouble.

Julian’s gaze deepened slightly, and when the atmosphere grew dangerous for a moment, Scarlett quickly set her laptop on the table, getting up to distance herself.

But her movements couldn’t be quick enough against Julian.

Her forearm was gently pulled, and she fell into his arms.

Julian grasped the back of her neck, his palm on her slim waist, he slightly lowered his head, brushing her nose, then bit her lip.

Scarlett clutched Julian’s shirt tightly, her whole body tensed, a bit numb.

Julian was a deep abyss.

A devil.

Entangled with him, she surely wouldn’t end well.

Reason warned Scarlett so.

Her quickened heartbeat must be because his face was too perfect, his physique too good, his teasing skill too proficient.

She was just, dazed by lust.

When Julian’s phone screen lit up, Zoe Sutton’s name on the caller ID sounded like a warning bell, waking Scarlett’s muddled brain.

And in the moment, Julian’s eyes cleared, his brow’s desire dissipated, replaced by a bit of coldness and annoyance.

But he didn’t release her.

Only calmly answered, activating the speaker, putting it aside.

"Julian."

Zoe Sutton’s voice was calm and serene, like gentle, clean sea breeze.

"I’m getting married at the end of the year, you’ll come, right?"

Scarlett was pressed against the sofa’s back by Julian, he deliberately tormented her, she could only bite his shoulder, not daring to make a sound.

Zoe Sutton’s words came through, Julian lowly responded, his tone absent-minded.

Women are quite perceptive, just hearing Julian’s voice, Zoe Sutton sensed something wrong.

Zoe Sutton remained silent for a long time, "What are you doing?"

"What you think, that’s what I’m doing."

"You just want to retaliate against me, right?"

Julian hung up the call.

His interest obviously not as high as before, almost ended hastily, when he looked at Scarlett again, she was already dressed, sensibly distancing herself from him.

Scarlett didn’t lift her head, asking, "Since your illness is better, can I leave now?"