Chapter 251 I Don't Like You

And yet, as Jonathan teased and skimmed over her skin, she realized that he wasn't aroused, unlike what she'd intended and hoped. Even as his fingers teased her as seductively as she had him, his skin was cold as ice, not even a drop of lust in his touch. The way he explored her body felt methodical, glacial—as if he were touching a lifeless puppet instead of a living, breathing woman.

His nonchalance irked her, and indignance flooded her heart. She itched for a challenge, and this man proved to be a stony one indeed. Still, Scarlett refused to believe he felt absolutely nothing for her.

She approached him once more, intending to bewitch him with her gentle, tantalizing voice. How she yearned to addle his consciousness and shatter his indifferent mask. The weak whine in her voice was sweet as nectar, ambrosia that tempted him to indulge in its saccharine aftertaste. Her juicy lips blossomed in his line of sight, a bulb awaiting his uncovering of its petals.

Scarlett's forthcoming appro