All Chapters of All She Needs: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"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

"Don't worry, I won't even think about letting you tire yourself out with anything overly burdensome. Come here. You can help me sort these documents." Jonathan pointed to the haphazardly stacked documents on his desk as he spoke."Do you really have to deal with so many things yourself every day?" Scarlett suddenly realized the magnitude of Jonathan's job scope. He was the president of the company, and the affairs he had to handle were still paramount, and his tasks were numerous. No wonder he claimed to be busy almost every minute of the day."Yeah. Ever since I left Atville for more than a month to find you, several major decisions have been put on hold, and my work has naturally piled up. Now that I'm back, all I have is this stack of paperwork awaiting my attention. It's frustrating to simply look at it," Jonathan intoned helplessly. Many vied for the position he held, but not a lot knew the realities behind the power and status among other shining accolades he reserved purely for

A faint whiff of Freyan perfume greeted her as soon as she set foot into the restaurant. Scarlett couldn't help but gaze in awe at how well it showcased the unique aspects of the Freyan culture, although she was still skeptical about the service they would receive.Jonathan spoke briefly with the receptionist, and not long after, a Freyan man emerged from the back. His hair was a striking shade of gold, which complemented the startling ocean blue of his eyes. He was young, about Jonathan's age, and had a strong, muscular build indicative of his frequent workout regimens. Above all, what caught her attention was the absence of the fair complexion typically associated with Freyans—instead, his skin was a bronzed shade of copper, which emphasized the masculinity he so effortlessly exuded. Unlike most people, Scarlett found that his unconventional appearance only added to his allure. Lately, there had been a surge in popularity when it came to men with darker colored skin more than ever,

"By the way, this steak is really good as well. It's different from the one I had last time," Scarlett remarked. Having learned her lesson, she refrained from drinking too much and instead picked up her knife and fork to enjoy the steak placed in front of her. As she ate, she noticed the unique texture of the meat. It was unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. Although she couldn't exactly pinpoint what differentiated it from the other steaks she'd tried in the past, she recognized its distinct flavor and thought it to be exceptionally delicious."Is it? In that case, have some more." Jonathan watched the satiated expression on her face as she savored her meal indulgently. There was a bit of sauce at the corner of her lips, and he stood to wipe it away before licking it off his fingers."You—I—you—that's so disgusting!" Scarlett was appalled by the fact that he'd actually swallowed whatever remained on her lips with no regard whatsoever toward personal hygiene."Not bad." The infuri

"You should stop making things up. I told you I don't like him, and that's never going to change. Moreover, he said it himself—he doesn't like women with children." Scarlett's rage surged once more as she recalled Jonathan's words."If you really don't like him, why do you care? His words shouldn't and wouldn't affect you this much unless you like him." Dean believed that Scarlett must have some feelings toward Jonathan. If a woman was this affected by a man's words, it meant that she still had a place for him in her heart. Besides, Dean was well aware of his cousin's charisma. Forget women; even men had wanted to flirt with him in the past."Alright, whatever you say. Regardless, I don't want to see his face right now." Scarlett couldn't find the right words to express her feelings eloquently. She did have some feelings for Jonathan, but that didn't give him the right to just hurt her so callously.Dean stared at her cheeks, which were flushed with anger; those slender fingers of hers