Scarlett's matter-of-fact tone as well as her heartless words only served to anger Jonathan even more. She really didn't know how to appreciate anything he did for her, and he didn't understand why he had risked his life to save her just now. She didn't even care that he got hurt to save her, and he felt as if he had done everything for nothing. Jonathan had completely lost his patience with her and picked her up to toss her violently onto the bed. He didn't care if she got hurt anymore and pulled at her clothes aggressively, exposing her pale skin to his eyes. She was beautiful and unblemished, which would have made her the perfect woman. It was such a shame that she just didn't know how to win his heart and only liked to anger him. Jonathan suspected that there was no one in the world who could anger him better than Scarlett could.Jonathan was lost in his own thoughts as he took in her alluring body, and he was suddenly struck by a dreadful thought. Was Justin so hopelessly in lo
"Do you think I'm your pet? Do you really think that I should just do whatever you ask me to?" Scarlett shouted. However, despite her shrieking, Jonathan didn't even pause at all and simply said expressionlessly, "You are mine; do you understand?"Scarlett scoffed bitterly at that. She was his? He had countless women around him, so what did it matter if she was his or not? Why was he able to force her into shitty situations all because he claimed that she was his? "Will you marry me then?" She challenged him.Jonathan hadn't expected her to ask him something like that, and the desire in his eyes was replaced with perplexity. His confusion didn't last long, however, and he quickly came back to his senses. He had completely underestimated Scarlett's abilities and ambition. It wasn't enough for her to seduce Justin, but now she was shooting her shot at him? He barked a cold laugh before saying, "Don't even think about it. I'm sure even you know that that's impossible. But you don't ha
Though Jonathan was normally a shitty person, he had one redeeming quality—he was able to separate his personal life from his business well. He would never let his emotions cloud his judgment when he was at work.A good example of this would be the audition from a week ago. Daphne had insisted that Jonathan had pulled some strings so Scarlett could get the role, but she'd sorely misunderstood Jonathan's personality. If Daphne had fit with the company's vision of the female lead, then Jonathan wouldn't have hesitated to give her the contract. However, the truth was that Scarlett simply fit with the company's requirements better than Daphne, earning her the role. As such, Jonathan hadn't been biased, nor had he given Scarlett the role just to get him on her good side, as Daphne had suspected.Scarlett's limbs felt like jelly after she woke up. She'd never felt so weak before. Her jelly-like limbs were reminiscent of her time back in school when she'd had to run a marathon, which was ar
The marks that her nails had left on him last night had left wounds on his body, and they stung slightly when he moved, which irritated him. She was such a defiant bitch, so why was he even thinking about her in the first place? He impatiently grabbed his documents at his own realization and decided that if he had so much free time to think about her well-being, he could spend that time on his work instead. As he was looking through his documents, he heard the doors to his office swing open, and Celeste walked in. She cheerfully flashed him a smile as she said, "Johnny, is the online meeting over?"Johnathan's face was thunderous when he saw Celeste in his office. He despised dealing with personal affairs during working hours, and he especially hated it when people from his personal life visited his office to look for him. Not even Celeste was allowed that privilege. He asked gloomily, "Who let you in?"His secretary was visibly trembling at the door of his office as he asked tha
Jonathan pulled out another document from his drawer and impatiently replied, "Why are you asking me? I'm not her fiancé; how would I know? Go ask Justin."Celeste studied his seemingly nonchalant reaction to her question. To everyone else, it would probably seem that there was no problem at all. However, Celeste knew Jonathan's facial expressions all too well. Though Jonathan said that he didn't know Scarlett's number, Celeste could tell that he wasn't being completely honest with her.If Celeste guessed correctly, Jonathan actually knew Scarlett's number, but why did he say that he didn't?Regardless, since he was unwilling to tell, Celeste wasn't foolish enough to expose him either. He'd already said he didn't know, so she was just going to have to play along.That was how Celeste usually was. She was calm and quick-witted. Besides, she was already used to playing dumb around Jonathan. After all, playing dumb was probably the only way she could maintain some form of amicable rel
The police officer, who'd been brutally scolded by Jonathan, was just about to retaliate when the chief inspector hurried over frantically. The simpering smile on his face was an utter surprise, and his words shocked the officer even further. "Mr. Leonard, we're really sorry. This is all just a misunderstanding! It's all our fault. I swear to you, I'll let her out right away!"The officer was stunned by his chief's behavior; his arrogance was reduced to this submissive figure apologizing left and right now. In retrospect, he supposed he should feel fortunate that he hadn't gotten the chance to argue with the man earlier. His job would've been on the line if he'd happened to offend the man his chief appeared to admire and venerate.As soon as the chief finished speaking, Scarlett saw her cousin, Florence, being supported out of her cell. She was still inebriated, her eyes glassy, and her stance unstable. Scarlett was about to ask Florence what had happened when her cousin caught sight o
In hindsight, it didn't matter. Jonathan had always been beyond capable of comforting himself. Since Scarlett was his woman—in name and in spirit—it was only appropriate for him to protect her. No man could stand watching the woman who belonged to them be wrongfully insulted by another. Besides, Florence had been aiming at him with her slap. Despite his confidence in ducking the blow, Scarlett's unwavering action of shielding him from harm comforted him immensely. He considered this a reward for her selfless bravery.What he didn't know was how completely wrong he was. Jonathan thought of Scarlett's actions as a reflex instinct to protect him from harm when she'd really been afraid of Jonathan targeting Florence just to get back at her should her slap land on him. She knew how rotten his temper was. For an ordinary drunk to slap him without rhyme or reason would definitely not go over well. She had personally experienced the consequences of his anger just last night. Jonathan's threats
Scarlett glared at Jonathan. "You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore! I am not your assistant—and I never will be! I don't know what you told my cousin, but whatever it is, it won't work on me! I gave you that one night you requested! That's it! We're over! Please have some self-respect, Mr. Leonard!"Jonathan's indulgent expression darkened immediately. "What did you just say? Say it again if you have the guts to!" he bellowed. The young doctor, who had already been antsy around Jonathan in the beginning, jumped at his sudden bellow, the tray in her arm rattling precariously. Immediately, she excused herself from the room, having no courage to remain in the lion's den even a second longer.Scarlett, however, was unmoved by Jonathan's rage. She knew him long enough to understand that no amount of words on her part would convince him. She'd said all she wanted to, and the rest was on him. If he honored the promises he made, he should have the sense to abide by his own word