Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 72: Premeditated

Even though their actions were intimate, Julian Ford was clearly intolerant of the smell on her; even when touching her, he kept a certain distance.

Scarlett Shaw, driven by a mischievous intent, suddenly grabbed his collar and leaned in to kiss him, even deliberately intensifying the scent of alcohol, invading his mouth.

Sure enough, Julian Ford frowned almost immediately.

He stood up straight from the bed and pulled her away.

"Go take a shower and rinse your mouth."

He ordered.

Scarlett Shaw refused to comply, "If you leave now, you won’t be able to smell it."

Julian Ford’s calm face showed a smile, but it didn’t contain any real mirth. He hooked her fingers and said, "You ignited the fire; do you think you can just walk away by asking me to leave?"

Scarlett’s fingertips were burning hot, and she quickly withdrew, opting to dive directly into the quilt, unwilling to yield.

Julian Ford hooked his finger around his tie, calmly pulling it off, then unbuttoned his shirt.

Then he directly flipped open the quilt and tossed her into the bathroom.

Scarlett Shaw saw him take out a whole box of protection from his overcoat pocket and glared at him, "You planned this all along!"

Julian Ford lifted his eyelids to look at her, "Just realized?"

Scarlett: "!"

This time, Scarlett Shaw was dead set on not complying; midway through, she wouldn’t let Julian Ford have his way either. He smacked her firmly, saying calmly, "Weren’t you going to break up with me? As you wish, the last time, be good, and you’ll feel comfortable too."

"..."

Scarlett Shaw leaned against the bathroom tiles, her heart plummeting the moment Julian Ford’s last words fell.

Julian Ford wasn’t someone easily swayed. The fact that he said this meant that from the beginning, he came for this purpose.

This man was rational and clear-headed from start to finish.

What she had struggled internally to voice out, when it was his turn, was spoken so lightly it seemed no more significant than any trivial matter.

Indeed, from the start, he treated her as a plaything.

Playing when he wanted to, discarding her when he wanted to, never considering her in the slightest.

As for her, even when Julian Ford hugged her from behind at the doorway, she shamefully felt joy and excitement.

In the end, she was like a clown, being toyed with by him.

"Julian Ford."

"Hmm?"

"You..." Scarlett’s words were cut off by an unashamed action from someone, gritting her teeth, "Dog!"

Julian Ford took out the fourth and chuckled lightly, "Didn’t you prefer dogs?"

"..."

For the fifth, Julian Ford finally carried Scarlett Shaw out of the bathroom, her slender back against the bed. Her gaze skimmed over the empty box thrown on the nightstand, and she silently cheered—it was finally over, Julian Ford was done as well.

Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to retaliate, scratching Julian Ford on the back of the hand clamped on her skin.

It wasn’t the first or second time she attacked Julian Ford.

Whenever he disregarded her feelings, she would always retaliate a couple of times before the end.

Of course, given the muscular texture of Julian Ford, even when she handled him, it was like scratching an itch for him; it never truly hurt him.

It just gave her a bit of psychological comfort.

Except this time, when Scarlett scratched him, Julian Ford let out a soft hiss of pain next to her ear, causing her to pause her movements. Her slightly curled fingers smoothed over his hand, and looking down, she saw the man’s veined hand, flushed distressingly red.

"Your hand is burned?"

Scarlett Shaw broke free from Julian Ford’s embrace, pulling his hand in to look at it curiously.

Julian Ford’s hand was scalded by tea during dinner, only treated simply; during the shower earlier, when hot water poured over it, given Scarlett’s usual higher bath temperature, the pain naturally flared up again.

But the person in question seemed entirely unconcerned.

His fingers intertwined with hers, ten fingers clasping tight as he asked, "Worried about me?"

Scarlett’s fingers quivered slightly, attempting to pull away, only to be held more firmly.

The tight line of his lips moved slightly, "Since you also agree to break off, you won’t cause any more trouble for my grandma, right?"

Julian Ford’s expression faded a bit, "When have I ever caused trouble for your grandma."

Scarlett: "You always use that to threaten me."

"That’s only when you are being disobedient." Julian Ford looked at her calmly, "Always thinking about rebelling, there must be a way to handle you."

Which still failed rebellion.

Almost dragging herself in as well.

Scarlett was annoyed and waved her hand, "Let’s drop it, you are a rebuttal-type person; whatever others say is wrong, and whatever you say is right, I can’t argue with you."

Julian Ford was angered into laughter by her words, pinching her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, "Just agreed to break with you, and you’re already daring to use sarcasm on me?"

"..."

Scarlett snorted coldly, turning her face away from him.

The soft glow illuminated her fair and supple side profile, her distinctive black and white almond eyes carried evident indignation, yet her gaze remained lively and mischievous. She never appeared haughty, yet she never truly lowered her head.

Even when uttering words of concession and adopting a humble stance.

But her heart and pride always belonged to herself.

It’s no wonder Ryan Ford veered off course and got trapped.

Scarlett Shaw is a fascinating and effortlessly delightful and comfortable woman to be with, and they truly connected in that aspect. To be honest, Julian Ford did feel a bit reluctant. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

But that’s all there is to it.

He was never someone with strong emotional needs and would not let a woman disturb his peace of mind.

No matter how intriguing he found her, her repeated attempts to break off had exhausted his patience, and of course, considering the Ford family’s interests and future, breaking off with her also involved the factor of a planned marriage to the Walsh Family.

As the chilling air around him dissipated, Scarlett Shaw’s body stiffened slightly, nearly raising a hand to grasp at something, but instead clutched the bed sheet tightly, while Julian Ford buttoned his shirt, his long legs wrapped in perfectly tailored suit pants, looked down at her:

"Any further medical needs for your grandma, just go to the hospital, and someone will attend to you."

A minute ago, the man who was gripping her face, shrouded in an intimate and suggestive atmosphere, was now utterly calm and detached, devoid of any desire.

Scarlett pressed her lips together and calmly said, "Thank you."

She hadn’t expected Julian Ford to be so considerate as to provide "after-sales service."

Julian Ford casually picked up the suit jacket thrown at the foot of the bed, draping it over his arm.

This signaled his intention to leave.

Of course, this departure also marked the complete end of their relationship.

Scarlett Shaw took a cloak and draped it over her shoulders, seeing Julian Ford out to the door.

As the door opened, Julian Ford’s indifferent gaze fell upon her face, her eyes clear, without any inappropriate emotions.

"I’m leaving."

"Goodbye."

Neither of them said anything unnecessary, as if it were the most ordinary farewell.

Watching Julian Ford’s distant figure, Scarlett thought, this way, she and he had parted on good terms, at least calmer and more serene than she had imagined, leaving no unpleasantness.

Indeed.

They were merely two people with a carnal relationship; though her heart swayed unexpectedly, reality and rationality were evident, and she wouldn’t overstep boundaries.

As for Julian Ford, he certainly wasn’t affected by her in any way.

Scarlett found her thoughts quite foresightful, as a week later, she heard from Yana Yarrow about Julian Ford’s engagement to Lynn Walsh.