Telling Lies, loving you

"Scott, I'm fine..."

Today's host was Walter, but it was inappropriate that they left like this without even saying goodbye.

But before Michelle could finish her words, she was directly put into the car by Scott. He said nothing and drove away.

Scott did not drive her home, but drove to his villa. Because only here was the safest place.

"Scott, I want to go home. My mom will be worried about me." Nearly Michelle was dragged out of the car by Scott. She struggled to break away from him, but to no avail.

Scott in front of her was completely different from the one she had known. He had changed. He had become terrible and cold.

He took her to the bedroom Michelle once slept in and opened the door. The decoration inside was the same as before. But the bed sheet was changed in light green, which was her favorite star bed sheet.

At that moment, she was deeply touched.

"Go to bed early. Don't think too much." Scott was standing behind her, softly saying.

"Scott, I..." Michelle wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. Her expression made Scott want to laugh, "What's wrong? Do you want to sleep with me?"

Michelle shook her head and touched her belly unconsciously. "I'm just a little hungry. I didn't have..."

She was a little embarrassed. After all, it was an awkward thing for her to do so, even if she and Scott had reached such a point.

Scott smiled, bent over and kissed her face and lips. His gentle touch deepened and then he gave her a deep kiss.

Looking at her angry eyes, Scott softly touched her cheek and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He exactly touched the spot where she had been slapped by Ashley tonight. As she had used too much strength, five fingerprints had appeared on that spot. It would be conspicuous if it was not covered by hair.

"No, it wasn't painful at all because you were with me."

That was it. Right now, Scott was the one she knew before.

Scott asked the servants to prepare delicious food for her, but Michelle said that she would have a good appetite at dining table only. He had no choice but to promise her, and said, "Honey, everything you say is right."

Michelle rolled her eyes at him and let him lead her downstairs.

wearing an evening dress and they couldn't care about those details. The people in the kitchen made a lot of delicious food. Looking at the table full of

order to have enough food, she chose these dishes instead

the dishes on the table went into her stomach, but Scott did not eat much. He had got used to not

Michelle went upstairs to take a shower. Scott also

he also taking a

silk nightgown. Speaking of this smooth cloth, she was not used to it. She always felt that her clothes would

conservative and it was her type to wear

walked to the bed while wiping her wet hair with a dry towel. Then she turned on the TV with the remote control and watched the drama happily. It was on the TV

last year. The movie was supposed to be broadcast again at midnight. God knew what she was

She looked at characters in the TV with reluctance and then got up to open the door.

he had put on

wear lover's clothes. If she knew it early, she should have bought more clothes so that people

that was only

"It's late. What's up?"

It would be easy for him to do something.

and more worried about the marks on her face, so he asked someone to buy the medicine and bring it to

looked down that she saw the ointment in his hand. It seemed that he was not lying.

up but was stopped by Scott. She looked up at him, puzzled.

was speaking, Scott had already strode in and closed the bedroom door. Although the TV was on, Michelle still

This was his home and

his kindness. She couldn't tell him that she had no time to

the woman standing still and patted the seat next to him to gesture her to sit down. However, Michelle raised her head and took a glance at the people on TV. Then she

sat down, she felt her body bounce a few times. Why didn't she

"Come here."

She moved to his side as if she was bewitched, and then she felt his fingertips

way. But he only applied medicine on her wound, it was not necessary for them

nerves were on edge. She grabbed her trouser legs tightly and tried to pay all her attention to TV. But her mind was distracted at

and immediately fell on the bed. Scott was on top of her, and he didn't

"You..."

something, but Scott

in fear of infuriating

to struggle, but she was afraid that Scott would change if she did so. So she always kept this posture like a wooden man. Her mind went blank and