Chapter 37

Scarlett's POV

As Alexander's voice faded, so did the sound of the bell.

I never imagined he would be so malicious, knowing that tonight I was supposed to be with Richard...

The intense sensory stimulation startled me so much that I couldn't help but grip Alexander's shoulders, but he showed no intention of being gentle.

He pushed me away, looking at me with feigned hurt in his eyes, while his mouth was full of mockery.

"With me in this condition, how could you bear to let me go..."

How vile!

I bit my lower lip, forcing myself off the table, my legs barely able to support my weight.

A subtle discomfort radiated from within, reminding me of the "gift" he had left inside my body.

Faced with this situation, I felt powerless like never before—not just physically, but mentally tortured.

"Well, I should go," Alexander chuckled, his voice deep and magnetic.

He had so easily found my weakness and leverage against me.

Suddenly, he wiped the smile from his face and said seriously: "Miss Smith, I hope you have a child soon... after all, you'll certainly face other troubles in the future."

After saying this, Alexander elegantly adjusted his bathrobe and prepared to leave.

Seeing him about to go, I grabbed his sleeve without thinking.

"You're just leaving like this?" My voice trembled slightly, unable to understand what Alexander was thinking to treat me this way.

"Can't bear to see me go?" Alexander stopped, turned around and looked me up and down, his eyes flickering with dangerous light.

He clicked his tongue, his voice filled with mockery.

"Among so many women, you're certainly the only one who can attract me, but... even if I wanted to engage in group sex, I wouldn't want to share you with that old man Richard!"

These words felt like a heavy slap across my face.

I couldn't help but gasp, knowing he was cruel and not a good person.

But I hadn't expected him to be so shameless.

I let go of his sleeve, the corner of my mouth curling into a sardonic smile.

The humiliation and anger collided violently within me as I straightened my body and looked at Alexander.

"If that's the case, I won't see you out. Please remember what you said today, Mr. Gray."

My voice was frighteningly calm, surprising even myself.

Alexander stared at me, his ice-blue eyes like a winter lake, his gaze gradually turning sinister before he turned and left, his footsteps fading down the hallway.

Once Alexander was gone, all my forced strength instantly drained away, and I collapsed to the floor.

The cold floor against my skin couldn't cool the anxiety and fear in my heart.

I raised my wrist, looking at the watch showing 8:30.

Richard had been in the steam room for about half an hour, which meant he would be coming soon.

What would he think when he discovered what was hidden inside me?

Would he think it was my idea of foreplay?

How could someone as shrewd as Richard possibly believe that!

Ten minutes later, I heard familiar footsteps outside the door—slow and steady, each step full of calculation, each step deepening my fear. My heart almost stopped beating.

At the last moment, just as those footsteps paused at the door, I grabbed my personal belongings and slipped out through the side door.

On the elegant note paper placed at the bedside, I had spent a full ten minutes writing just one sentence: "Richard, my father is unwell. I've gone to the hospital first. I'll make it up to you next time."

I quietly left the estate before Richard entered the room, my high heels making clicking sounds on the cobblestones, crisp and hurried. My heartbeat accelerated with my steps; I constantly felt cold eyes staring at my back and imagined I heard someone chasing me. The cold wind brushed against my neck, making me shiver as I quickened my pace.

Just as I reached the parking lot, a hand suddenly covered my mouth, rough yet warm. The moment my back hit the car door, I instinctively raised my foot, about to kick the man in the groin, but he grabbed my ankle.

Then the man leaned in, speaking softly, "If you damage it, how will I pleasure you?"

His voice was both teasing and sensual.

I was so angry I couldn't speak, struggling slightly only to be gripped tighter.

With a gentle pull, I found myself lying beneath him.

Alexander said with a smile, "What's wrong? Not planning to keep Richard, that old man, company tonight?"

He knew exactly why!

After giving me something like that, Richard would kill me when he found out.

"Let me go!" I snapped.

Alexander's finger slowly traced my cheek, stopping at the corner of my mouth and giving it a gentle pinch, his smile deepening. "First time I've seen you behave like a little rabbit. I thought a soft, delicate thing like you wouldn't withstand that old man Richard's mistreatment, but now it seems..."

Before he could finish, his hand grew restless.

His warm palm seemed charged with electricity, causing my skin to tremble wherever he touched.

Anticipating what was to come, even though we had done it several times, I was still terrified!

This was the Gray family home, with cameras everywhere and Richard's eyes and ears all around.

And that Tom wasn't someone to be trifled with either.

"Not here..." I couldn't help but plead.

Even if Alexander really wanted to torment me, it would be better not to do it here.

"So you do want it?" His large hand rubbed my mouth, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Too bad, I'm not feeling well today." He pulled my hand toward his collar, and I saw the rash on his body spreading, red spots covering his tanned skin.

"How weak!" I couldn't help but mutter.

Blood clotting disorder, seafood allergies...

Any young man would be stronger than him.

This comment clearly hit a nerve. Alexander's brows furrowed, and those blue eyes that were always filled with mockery flashed with a ferocity I had never seen before. He leaned forward and bit my lips hard, the metallic taste of blood quickly spreading in my mouth.

"After having sex with you so many times, you still think I'm weak?"

His voice was low, filled with the arrogance and desire for conquest unique to men. I dared not say another word, only silently lowering my eyelashes. Then Luke started the car, driving us to the hospital.

But with that thing inside my body, every step was uncomfortable.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at the hospital, and Alexander was sent directly to the VIP ward.

"Oh, I forgot something. Calculating the time, it should have taken effect about fifteen minutes ago." His index finger lightly tapped the edge of the bed, as if appreciating a drama about to unfold.

With his reminder, I finally understood what he meant.

"Alexander, you've gone too far!" I almost squeezed these words through my teeth.

He shrugged, "Too far? I was kindly helping you get away from him, but you want to waste my goodwill..."

"Are you using me to get revenge on him?"

At this moment, my anger reached its peak.

After that night, we should have drawn a clear line, but oddly enough, I believed he would help me get back the money I was swindled out of by Horizon Capital Group.

"Revenge on him?" Alexander smiled, beckoning me with his finger to come closer.

I stood frozen in place.

Cold sweat seeped from my skin to my bones, as if ants were gnawing at every inch of me.

The drug was taking effect.

"Not coming over?" Alexander called to me again.

I remained standing in place, my heart full of resistance.

He casually curled the corner of his mouth, "Then get out."

"Alexander... you are simply..." I was too angry to complete the sentence.

"Once you leave, whoever you meet, however they torment you, whatever they do to you... that will be your problem."

"Alexander!"

"Get out!"