Chapter 30

Scarlett POV

How could he be here?

How much of our conversation had he heard?

My chest tightened as I looked down to see his hand boldly fondling my softness.

This disrespectful invasion made me both angry and ashamed, but what was more terrifying was that I found myself feeling a hint of unspeakable excitement in this humiliation.

I bit my lower lip hard, struggling to suppress the moan that was about to escape.

His hard chest pressed against my back, broad and warm, full of oppression, causing my breathing to quicken.

His other hand was lifting my skirt, his long fingers moving with an irrefutable force along my inner thigh, like a dangerous snake slithering across my skin, each inch of contact making me tremble.

"Alexander, let me go!"

I hissed angrily, trying to break free from his grip, but my voice carried a trembling weakness that even I could detect.

His behavior was too outrageous; this was in the Blair family garden, not the Grey family bedroom!

George and Sandra had just left, and someone could pass by at any moment.

The fear and excitement of being discovered made my heart race almost out of control.

"How interesting." He said with a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"So my future little aunt can be this cold to men."

He held me firmly in his arms, his posture revealing absolute power and control.

"Just now, you told George that what's between us isn't what he thinks," Alexander's voice was as low as a demon's whisper, "so what exactly is our relationship?"

This question was like a sharp dagger, pointing directly at the most vulnerable part of my heart.

His face was so close to mine that I could even feel the faint alcohol on his breath, intense and burning.

In that moment, my heart was filled with an unprecedented panic and... some other emotion I dared not explore, spreading through my veins like poison.

"We have no relationship," I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I am your uncle's fiancée, nothing more."

But the words came out too hastily, as if I were trying to cover something up.

Alexander chuckled, his voice hoarse and deep, with a hint of mockery.

He leaned closer, his lips almost touching my ear, his warm breath gently brushing against my skin.

"Is that so? Then why does your body tremble so violently when I'm near?"

His fingers that had been covering my left breast moved slightly, his fingertips pinching the sensitive edge through the thin fabric of my dress.

I bit my lower lip hard, suppressing the moan that almost escaped my throat, as uncontrollable trembling shot up my spine.

"Why does your pulse quicken when I touch you?"

"Don't do this..." I protested softly, but my voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

His thumb precisely swept across my hardened nipple, and even through the fabric, I could feel the intense pleasure.

My body trembled involuntarily, and I instinctively tried to push him away.

But as soon as my hand touched his chest, his other hand caught it and roughly pinned it back against the rock formation.

I turned my face away, fighting the heat rising to my cheeks.

"Stop! Someone might see us."

I twisted my head to the side, trying to hide both the blush on my face and the uncontrollable tightening in my lower abdomen.

Though the sound of the fountain was loud, it couldn't mask the beating of my heart.

"Let them see," he whispered, his breath warm against my neck, stirring an unsettling pleasure.

His tone carried a kind of shameless arrogance, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

This reckless attitude both angered me and strangely attracted me.

His confidence and dangerous aura were like a deadly poison, slowly eroding my defenses.

Then, I felt a wet heat tracing along my pulse, sharp teeth gently nibbling at that sensitive patch of skin on my neck.

Suddenly, a hand slid to my waist, pulling me toward him.

My body pressed more closely against his, allowing me to clearly feel his restrained desire through several layers of fabric.

That burning sensation seemed to consume what remained of my rationality.

"Let everyone see my little wildcat so quickly reject George, whom she has been secretly in love with for years, and now deny having any connection with me..."

His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, instantly clearing my mind.

The feeling of being seen through, of being analyzed, made my whole body cold, like a puppet forced to perform under the spotlight.

A bone-chilling fear crawled up from the base of my spine to the back of my head, making my scalp tingle.

His fingers continued to explore, each touch gentle yet possessive, as if my body was already his property.

"You're going too far," I could no longer control the anger inside me.

"Am I?" His smile widened. "I'm just being honest about what I want."

Suddenly, intense voices broke the tense atmosphere between us. It was Sandra's angry questioning.

"I saw you with her, George! Don't deny it!"

Alexander's head tilted slightly, his attention momentarily diverted, though he still held me tightly in his arms.

A smile of pleasure appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh my," he said softly. "It seems the Blair princess is having a tantrum."

I heard George's voice rise next, trying to placate Sandra.

"You're overreacting. I just wanted to make sure she was alright after those men harassed her."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Sandra's voice dangerously escalated.

"That bitch Scarlett has been making eyes at you for years. And now you both disappear from the party for a rendezvous in my family's garden?"

Alexander laughed softly. "Poor drama," he whispered, seeming amused by the scene.

"Are you serious, George?"

Sandra continued, her voice carrying clearly through the night air.

"That Scarlett is nothing but Richard's replacement toy. Why would you risk everything for her?"

Her words made me flinch. Is this how everyone saw me? Just as Richard's "plaything"?

This humiliation made my entire body shake.

"Enough, Sandra," I heard George's voice turn cold and hard.

"Scarlett is my employee and deserves respect. Besides, our engagement isn't even official."

"Not official?" Sandra sounded furious.

"Our families have been planning this for years! You want to give all that up for Scarlett, a daughter from a bankrupt family?"