Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 70: Trying to Run?

The man stood tall like jade, upright in the ink-like night. His brows and eyes were calm and indifferent, his gaze briefly skimming her face without pausing.

Aloof and cold, like strangers.

Scarlett Shaw’s almond eyes flickered, her fingers at her side moved slightly, with a hint of self-mockery.

Clearly, she used to be able to completely ignore such looks from Julian Ford. When exactly did things start going wrong? Scarlett couldn’t figure it out.

Emotions arise without reason, the heart is the hardest to control.

Even one’s own can become uncontrollable.

But while the heart derails, actions cannot.

After so many years with Ryan Ford, she had let go. Now with Julian Ford, it’s been just half a year. As long as she withdraws in time, Scarlett believes she can walk away from this brief emotional turmoil.

Also getting off the car were the Veridian chairman, Julian Ford’s father Ezra Ford.

Ryan Ford.

And Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Ford was very beautiful; even approaching fifty, her lovely face showed little sign of age. Dressed in pearls and jewels, she was luxurious and graceful, with a distinct aura of cool detachment that made her seem distant and hard for men to approach.

Very much like Julian Ford. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

So beautiful, proud, elegant like a swan.

The moment before she withdrew her gaze, perhaps she lingered too long and overtly on the Ford family, causing Ezra Ford to slightly turn his head, his gaze sweeping over her with the overlooking presence of an elder in a high position.

Calm as a still well, with not the slightest bit of emotion.

It was probably just an inadvertent glance.

Scarlett didn’t dwell too much on it.

The Ford family were all god-like in looks, combined with their extraordinary aura, as soon as they entered the restaurant, they attracted many glances of admiration and amazement.

When Scarlett returned to the private room, Skyler Miller and President Lawson were still drinking.

She listened quietly, but could sense that the cooperation talks were not going well as President Lawson had yet to relent.

It was likely to be a prolonged battle.

After a while, Scarlett took the opportunity to go to the front desk to settle the bill. While waiting for the invoice, she went to the restroom. Just as she reached the entrance, Julian Ford emerged from the adjacent men’s restroom.

He had taken off his coat, and wore a dark shirt and tailored pants that fitted snugly, outlining his wide shoulders and narrow waist in an extremely pleasing silhouette.

Scarlett looked down, polite and respectful, "President Ford."

Julian Ford paused at the sink, water flowing through his well-defined fingers.

He ignored her greeting, not even sparing a proper look.

Scarlett had no expectation of getting any favorable response from Julian Ford. Even when they had some intimacy before, he was mercurial. Now, she’s just an employee, and it’s natural for a boss to ignore a subordinate.

She stepped into the restroom.

Upon exiting, she found Julian Ford leaning against the corridor wall. Hearing movement, he glanced at her, "Trying to run?"

Scarlett steadied herself, approached, and said calmly, "Already ran."

Julian Ford’s lips curled, "Heard your grandmother was discharged from the hospital."

Scarlett watched him closely with caution.

Although she had given her grandmother a heads-up, preventing her from being easily controlled by Julian Ford, it’s better to keep things under wraps than have them publicly known.

Scarlett pursed her lips, "Julian Ford, the barefooted are not afraid of the shod. If you dare mess around, I’ll dare to go down with you."

Julian Ford looked at her with dark eyes.

His gaze was pitch black, like a whirlpool of a black hole.

Scarlett appeared neither humble nor arrogant on the surface, but inwardly she was in turmoil, fearing that her defenses would collapse, making her susceptible to this man’s allure once more.

Julian Ford suddenly chuckled, "Tell me, how would you go down with me."

Scarlett: "A life for a life."

As soon as the words fell, the man elegantly leaning against the wall walked towards her, step by step. Scarlett instinctively stepped back, bumping into the private room door, the wooden door creaked, she was caught off guard, and her body tilted backward.

A strong hand supported her waist.

Julian Ford pressed forward, directly pushing her into the private room, closed the door with his other hand and locked it from inside.

The surroundings turned dark and quiet.

Scarlett’s breath sank, forcing herself not to succumb to Julian Ford’s dangerous aura.

"Want me to pay with my life?"

Julian Ford’s hand moved indulgently at her waist, the gesture stunningly intimate, yet his voice was chilling to the bone.

"Scarlett Shaw, try and see if you can take my life."

Scarlett remained silent.

Now she could barely control her own heart, how could she not realize that she couldn’t touch him in the slightest.

Yet she had no choice.

To surrender was impossible, for one reason was not wanting to let her emotions run uncontrollably, and more importantly, she must uphold that line.

Julian Ford and Lynn Walsh, be it an alliance or true love, regardless of the feelings between the two, they were getting married, becoming a family.

No reason could justify being the third wheel.

When Julian Ford’s cold kiss descended, Scarlett ruthlessly bit his tongue, the man muffled a rare groan, his grip on her waist tightening.

"Ju-lian Ford."

Scarlett gritted her teeth softly, wanting to curse him as crazy.

But Julian Ford’s actions became more excessive.

Cold wind slipped in through the window, Scarlett’s clothing edge was just lifted, the wind sneaked in, she shivered, instinctively burrowing into Julian Ford’s heated embrace, just as she leaned in, her rationality pulled her back, hands bracing against the table, stubbornly refusing to yield.

"Afraid?"

Julian Ford’s cold voice sounded.

In the question, there was an affirmative tone.

The cold wind made Scarlett’s mind cool down, also calmer than before. She was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Why come to me."

Julian Ford: "Why do you think."

Scarlett’s lips curled, "Julian Ford, a man like you, where’s the worry in finding a perfect and obedient bedmate, holding onto me so tightly, is it because you like me?"

Her words carried mockery, along with a tiny grain-like hope.

And a fierce intent to make herself give up.

At that moment, Scarlett sat on the table, Julian Ford standing in front of her. His hand moved from her skin to her chin, peaceful yet playful.

"Scarlett Shaw."

"How could you ask such a question."

Julian Ford’s fingertip ground against her lips, voice playful, his next words made Scarlett want to find a hole to crawl into.

"Is it, you’ve had thoughts you shouldn’t have about me."

Scarlett’s heart gave a heavy thump.

In deep frustration.

What was she thinking, knowing perfectly well she wouldn’t gain anything from Julian Ford, yet she self-destructed, suffering humiliation.

"Rest assured, I’d rather like a dog than you." Scarlett stubbornly said.

Julian Ford let out a low laugh. Even unable to see his expression in the dark, the mere imagination and recalling allowed Scarlett to picture his calm clarity as he bewitched hearts.

Always coldly self-controlled.

Always offering no glimpse of hope.

Amidst the rustlings of clothing, murmurs came from the door:

"Strange, why is this private room locked?"

"Manager, please get the key to room 203, the door is locked, and there are guests dining."