Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 42: Who Were You With Last Night

Scarlett Shaw was dazed for a second, then quickly realized, wasn’t this Julian Ford’s regular trick?

Slap her once, then give her a piece of candy, keeping a firm grasp on her.

Unwillingly, Scarlett Shaw bit Julian Ford.

Julian Ford’s lips were bitten open by her, yet surprisingly, he didn’t reprimand her. He paused slightly, then deepened the kiss, with the taste of blood spreading in both their mouths, carrying an inexplicable sense of possession.

Julian Ford’s kissing skills were outstanding. If it were an ordinary time, Scarlett Shaw would likely be dizzy from his kisses, holding his neck and responding vigorously.

However, the grievance in her heart today couldn’t be dispelled.

Though Julian Ford was already bringing a hint of appeasement, Scarlett Shaw still struggled fiercely, grabbing at Julian Ford.

"Be good."

Julian Ford effortlessly caught her hand, his jointed fingers naturally interlocking with hers, their fingers intertwined.

His lips moved downward, softly touching her tense white jaw, ultimately reaching the bruised skin.

Like a gentle feather’s caress.

A description suddenly appeared in Scarlett Shaw’s mind.

The pain dispersed, turning into a foggy sensation.

Though they didn’t go further, the two embraced each other tightly, naturally engaging in other activities. Scarlett Shaw only fell asleep in the latter half of the night, until the next morning, an urgent ringing sounded.

It wasn’t her phone.

Scarlett Shaw opened her eyes with the morning’s grogginess. She was still in Julian Ford’s arms. He reached for the phone, glancing at the caller ID displaying the name Freya Pierce, with an unnoticeable coldness that Scarlett Shaw didn’t see in his eyes.

Julian Ford pressed to answer, calmly saying: "Mom."

Freya Pierce: "You’ve been over there too long, aren’t you coming back to Capitoline?"

"Work delayed a few days, and the weather hasn’t been good," Julian Ford responded flatly.

"Is that all?"

Freya Pierce’s tone carried obvious displeasure.

Julian Ford: "If you have something else to say, speak it directly. There’s no need for riddles."

"Who were you with last night?"

Julian Ford: "You don’t need to know."

"Julian Ford!"

"I told you, no keeping anyone outside. The woman you brought home last time wasn’t caught by me. Are you messing around again?"

"Do you even consider the Ford family’s reputation?"

Freya Pierce’s voice was loud, filled with condescending anger, so much so that Scarlett Shaw could almost hear her clearly, even though Julian Ford hadn’t turned on the speaker.

Nonetheless, no matter how agitated Freya Pierce was, Julian Ford remained exceptionally calm.

Even his voice didn’t have the slightest ripple, "Have you finished?"

Freya Pierce: "Return home immediately."

Julian Ford got out of bed, walked to the window, pulled open the curtains to glance outside; it was already clearing up, the weather was nice, and the streets had municipal workers handling the water issue.

The original return time was tonight."

Julian Ford’s meaning was clear; he wouldn’t change his schedule for her.

Freya Pierce hung up in a rage; at home, a servant was respectfully serving bird’s nest porridge in front of her.

"Madam, the bird’s nest porridge is ready, it’s not hot now, you can drink it."

"Get out!"

Freya Pierce suddenly swung her hand, the bird’s nest and the bowl fell on the carpet, the bowl didn’t break, the bird’s nest spilled out, looking at it annoyed her, she slapped the servant on the face, "You can’t even handle such small matters. What’s the use of you, get out!"

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On the other side, Julian Ford ended the call with Freya Pierce, his expression was deeply contemplative.

Scarlett Shaw had the hotel wash her drenched clothes, which were dried and sent to the room. She put them on and returned the swapped men’s shirt to Julian Ford.

"President Ford, your clothes."

Julian Ford glanced at her, took them, and put them on.

The shirt retained Scarlett Shaw’s fragrance. When the fabric touched his skin, it felt softer than usual.

Having dressed, Julian Ford walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and turned back to Scarlett Shaw: "Leave later."

Scarlett Shaw was momentarily stunned, quickly reacted, and nodded immediately: "Okay."

Julian Ford stepped forward, leaving without looking back.

Scarlett Shaw wasn’t sure if it was her illusion or if Julian Ford’s gentle kiss on her bruise last night was too tender. This morning, Julian Ford inexplicably seemed more detached than usual.

Scarlett Shaw stayed in the room until noon, then left and returned to the hotel for her corporate training.

The flight to Capitoline was in the evening; she returned to her room, packed her luggage, rested for a while, and received a message from the training group’s chat about meeting and leaving for the airport, so she took her luggage downstairs to the bus.

Manager Lynch sat in the front row of the coach bus, and when he saw Scarlett Shaw, he looked extremely displeased, his gaze filled with resentment and disdain.

Though Chloe Grant was supported onto the bus by a considerate male colleague, followed by three or five other male colleagues.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her lips were pale, looking severely weakened. As she passed Scarlett Shaw’s seat, the redness in her eyes deepened, she turned to the male colleague and said, "William, I’d like to sit by the window."

Chloe Grant and the men were the last to board the bus, and the window seats were already mostly taken, with no vacancies.

William Carson bluntly knocked on Scarlett Shaw’s seat back, "Get up, let Chloe Grant sit."

Scarlett Shaw frowned, "Why should I?"

William Carson: "How dare you say why? Yesterday you left Chloe Grant alone in the forest and even disappeared yourself, making us search all night. Now you’re sitting here unharmed, while Chloe Grant was in the rain looking for you all night, and now has a high fever that won’t recede!"

Scarlett Shaw glanced coolly at Chloe Grant.

The fever looked genuine, given her complexion was as bad as half a foot in the grave.

But the information revealed in William’s first sentence didn’t quite add up.

"Chloe Grant, is that what you told everyone?"

Scarlett Shaw asked, staring at Chloe Grant.

Chloe Grant’s eyes were red, looking quietly hurt, stubbornly turned her head away, and tugged on William’s sleeve, "Forget it, let’s sit over there."

William nodded, giving Scarlett Shaw a fierce glare.

Others behind also showed no kind expressions towards Scarlett Shaw.

Each carried that righteous indignation, an air as if she committed some heinous crime deserving of being torn to pieces.

Scarlett Shaw thought for a moment and knew that Chloe Grant must have twisted the story in front of those who weren’t aware, pinning the blame on her.

However, she was too lazy to explain.

People unwilling to believe you won’t be persuaded by any words.

Those willing to trust won’t ask even one word, no matter what is or isn’t said.

She really had no reason to waste effort on these people.

Half an hour later, the bus arrived at the airport.

Scarlett Shaw pushed her suitcase to check in. There were quite a few colleagues with her, but regardless of their usual relationships, today they seemed to keep a subtle distance.

"Scarlett Shaw, if you’re going to move slowly, at least move aside and don’t block the path."

William Carson, holding two suitcases, strode up from behind, not allowing Scarlett Shaw time to react, directly colliding into her.

William Carson was large and muscular, and this deliberate bump had Scarlett Shaw’s slight frame stumbling several steps backward.

A gentle force steadied her arm.

"Thank you."

Scarlett Shaw turned her head to see Zoe Sutton’s beautiful face smiling aloofly, and she was momentarily stunned.