Chapter 192 My Hands Are Getting Tired

"Jonathan, how dare you trick me? The coffee is here in your office. You don't even need me to make it for you," Scarlett bellowed. The man's deviousness and intent to drive her to the ground enraged her the more she thought about it.

"Scar, we're at work now, and you should call me Mr. Leonard, as we've already agreed. If you want to be more intimate, I suppose I wouldn't object to Johnny or even ba—"

"Enough, enough! So, Mr. Leonard, may I know why you played me like this? Do you think it's fun?" Scarlett interrupted.

"Of course not. I was simply evaluating your observation skills. There's hot water and coffee on my desk—didn't you see that when you came in? You don't even need to go out and ask someone when it's right in front of you! Do you still blame me for not stating the obvious?" Jonathan peered at the coffee on his desk as he spoke. He hadn't expected Scarlett to be as clueless as she'd been when she'd walked out with his mug without even asking him beforehand.

"You—" Scarlet