Scarlett's Point of View"The mango," he said, his voice dripping with impatience.I raised an eyebrow, feeling ignorant. "Huh?"His sneer deepened and remarked with arrogance, "Give me the mango. Are you deaf or what?" I couldn't help but be amused by his audacity. I held the mango tightly, refusing to surrender it to him. In a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, devouring the fruit. A rush of heat flushed my cheeks as he teasingly sucked on my finger. Instinctively, I pushed him away, clutching the hand he had touched."What... What are you doing? Are you some kind of pervert or what?!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mix of shock and indignation.He ignored my question, his attention already diverted back to his laptop. I stood there, dumbfounded, for a few moments before deciding to let it go and just sleep.The next morning, I awoke in his room, realizing that I had fallen asleep there for the whole day and night. Exhaustion had gotten the better o

Storm strode confidently into the high-end restaurant, its opulent decor catching the eye where only a handful of patrons were present. While a reservation was typically necessary for entry, Scarlett noticed the shocked expressions of the waitstaff and understood that this domineering man didn’t need one. The soft murmur of conversation filled the air, mingling with the clinking of silverware. A hint of rich aroma from the exquisite dishes wafted through the room. "The Scovilles!" exclaimed the manager, rushing over to them. "What a delightful surprise to see you here! It is truly an honor to have you as our guests." Storm nodded, his demeanor exuding elegance. "I would like to be seated in a VIP room." "Certainly, Mr. Scoville! Please, follow me." The manager led them to a room adorned with a large table, complete with candles and flowers, as if it were a romantic rendezvous. "This is the most exclusive reservation we can offer you. If there is anything you desire, please do not

The clock struck 7 pm, marking the completion of their preparations. Storm, with his comb-over black hair style and impeccably groomed jawline, looked dashing in his black tuxedo. Meanwhile, Scarlet descended the stairs in a mesmerizing light blue mermaid evening gown, accentuating her figure. She carried a clutch bag adorned with white pearls, a perfect match for her attire. This exquisite gown had been personally tailored by the renowned designer, Summer Carter, known for her exceptional creations in the bustling city of New York.Lost in his own thoughts, Storm continuously glanced at his watch, oblivious to Scarlett's graceful descent. He had no desire to attend the event, preferring to immerse himself in his work rather than partake in such gatherings. However, he had no choice but to attend, as the man in question was a new investor.As he stole one final glance at his watch and lifted his gaze, he was left speechless by Scarlett's presence. She appeared like a divine being, cap

Scarlet found herself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to Storm's question. She glanced at Noemi and Daniel, torn between pretending not to know them or revealing that she was already married.In the end, she couldn't betray her friends. She loved them like siblings."I...I know them," she finally admitted.Storm's eyebrow raised as he looked at Daniel with a cold gaze. He then released his grip on Scarlet's waist and spoke, "You didn't tell me about them."Noemi and Daniel were shocked by what they were hearing. Daniel desperately wanted to believe that he had misheard, but the word "wife" kept echoing in his mind. Noemi, on the other hand, wore a look of disbelief on her face. Her eyes darted between Storm and Scarlet, as if demanding an explanation."Scarlet?" Noemi called out again, as if she still couldn't believe that her best friend was with the man who was admired by many. "Why...are you here?"Scarlet bit her lower lip, her fingers trembling. "I...Uhm—"Before sh

Scarlet could feel the blood draining from her veins, leaving her feeling weak and lightheaded. She opened her mouth, ready to defend herself, but her anxiety melted away when she noticed another elderly couple calling out to the two old people she had been conversing with.The elderly couple excused themselves, leaving her frozen in place, afraid to make a move. It was then that Storm's voice broke through the silence."I thought you were hungry? Why are you still standing there? Don't act like some idiot in there and move!" Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table.Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!"She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can.""Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone e