Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 35: Regret Is Useless

Scarlett Shaw nearly scrambled off Julian Ford’s lap, straightening her clothes, her eyes wide open: "Assistant Carson, what are you doing here?!"

Aaron Carson was extremely awkward, "The agreement signed with Mr. Barlow this morning involves some technical details. I wanted to ask for your input."

Scarlett Shaw was resigned.

"Why did President Ford message me if you were looking for me?"

"President Ford had a drink and wasn’t feeling well. I just brought him back."

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Julian Ford stood up from the sofa, patted Scarlett on the head, and said flatly:

"Come to my room later."

Aaron inhaled sharply: "!"

Scarlett sighed silently: "..."

Julian Ford stayed in a luxurious suite while Scarlett and Aaron discussed work in the living room. Julian went back to the bedroom, closing the door.

Scarlett absentmindedly briefed Aaron on work matters.

Aaron listened absentmindedly to Scarlett’s briefing.

Their distracted gazes suddenly met.

Aaron: "You and President Ford..."

Scarlett refused to answer.

Aaron: "Then you and The Fords’ Second Son..."

Scarlett was even more reluctant to discuss this.

Aaron suddenly understood, "I get it."

Scarlett stared: "What do you get?"

Aaron looked at her with admiration, "You’re quite something."

Scarlett covered her face.

Aaron, very professional, said: "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone."

Scarlett: "Thank you."

Aaron paused as if he had an idea, lowered his voice, and said: "Actually, over the years, besides Miss Sutton, there’s been no one else around President Ford. If you try hard, you might move up."

Scarlett twitched her mouth, "Assistant Carson, I think you’ve had too much to drink."

The smell of alcohol on him indeed wasn’t lighter than Julian Ford’s.

Aaron’s words were not baseless.

Others didn’t know, but having followed Julian Ford for years, even during his previous relationship with Zoe Sutton, he never saw the boss so intimate with someone. But just now, kissing Scarlett seemed so natural.

Moreover, this whole Barlow incident, Julian took such a roundabout way, simply to leave a good impression of Scarlett on Mr. Barlow. Of course, Scarlett seized this opportunity.

If a man, especially someone like Julian Ford, just wants to sleep with a woman, he absolutely wouldn’t expend any other thought.

Now that Julian Ford intended to promote Scarlett, it meant he’s at least considered the future.

Of course, Aaron’s just guessing, he wasn’t so bold as to speak his assumptions about his boss out loud.

But he genuinely had high hopes for Scarlett.

The work briefing was done.

Aaron, holding the notebook, rolled up his sleeves energetically in front of Scarlett before the door closed, lifting and lowering his arm:

"Keep it up!"

"..."

For a moment, Scarlett suddenly thought, maybe she was overthinking, that Aaron’s hometown might be Rondale.

Lost in her thoughts.

Julian walked out of the bedroom, wearing a white bathrobe, his chest faintly visible, dripping with water, very sexy.

Scarlett blushed a little.

She approached him, her voice gentle with a request: "President Ford, when you messaged me, could your precious fingers have typed just a few more words? It’s so awkward being seen by Assistant Carson."

Julian looked down at her eyes, calmly said: "Stop pretending to sleep."

Scarlett felt numb; she knew her little thoughts couldn’t escape this wise man’s keen eyes.

She softened: "There are other colleagues at the hotel. I was just afraid of being seen and affecting your reputation."

Julian lifted his lips, "Not afraid today?"

Scarlett pursed her lips and suddenly wrapped her arms around his lean and sturdy waist, looked up at him.

"President Ford, thank you for Mr. Barlow’s matter."

Julian’s eyebrows subtly arched, "Oh?"

"After I met Mr. Barlow at the hospital, I was honored to have his email. He also said that if I had any interesting ideas in the future, I could email him."

Scarlett’s eyes sparkled like stars, entirely like the glow of meeting an idol.

Julian narrowed his eyes, "I suddenly regret giving you this task."

"Regret won’t work."

Scarlett curved her eyes, rippling with laughter, tiptoed to kiss his chin.

Julian smoothly lifted her, placed her on the table, his fingers slid down her straight back.

Scarlett was indeed in an exceptionally good mood today.

Even in work, she was especially cooperative with Julian Ford, satisfying all his requests.

In tight embrace, Scarlett’s eyes were misty, face upturned, gazing intently into Julian’s eyes, her round eyes seemed to have magnetic pull, drawing people in.

For a moment, as if it overlapped with that mis-sent photo.

Julian’s eyes deepened.

As desire intensified, he pulled Scarlett into his embrace.

Afterwards.

Scarlett bent to pick up clothes from the floor, but Julian intercepted, picking her up and throwing her on the bed.

The man immediately followed her onto the bed.

"President Ford, I need to return to my own room. What if someone sees in the morning, I could drown in the Ashen River and it wouldn’t clean me."

Scarlett pretended to run away, but her ankle was grabbed by Julian’s large hand, and he pulled her back in front of him, "Sleeping with me is a fact, what’s there to clear up?"

It was indeed a fact.

But couldn’t she avoid the fact?

Julian easily adjusted Scarlett to sit on his lap, looking down at her, "Are you satisfied, now trying to leave after the fun?"

"The force is mutual, boss, weren’t you satisfied too?" Scarlett paused, then continued, "Besides, I’m just at Veridian, can’t escape. There will be a next time for us."

Julian’s brow arched lightly, stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly asked nonchalantly: "Do you really like Ryan?"

Scarlett was stunned: "Huh?"

Julian pinched her earlobe, "How long have you broken up with him, and every time you see him you have to mention how much you used to like him, why, can’t let him go?"

This particular subject, Scarlett had to search through her mind for a while and remembered he was referring to her words to Ryan at the hotel entrance that day.

An idea flashed in her mind, hesitated, then asked: "Are you and Ryan very close?"

Julian’s fingers paused slightly, neither affirmed nor denied.

Just said flatly: "Why do you ask?"

Scarlett: "That day at the hotel entrance, if you hadn’t had a private talk with Ryan, we wouldn’t have been late. It shows Ryan’s matters are just as important to you as business matters."

"Nicely put."

Julian’s fingertip wandered to her lips, moving closer to her.

"Anything else?"

Scarlett bit her lip, took a deep breath, boldly asked: "Then do you know why Ryan approached me?"

Julian’s lips brushed past Scarlett’s nose.

He stopped advancing further.

He withdrew a bit, putting some distance between them.

"Your past with Ryan, I’m not interested."

Almost instantly, Julian’s voice turned cold, the lust in his eyes fading.

"In my bed, do what you’re supposed to. Keep your mouth and thoughts in check, know what to say and not to say. If I have to remind you again, then leave."