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.

the kitchen made a lot of delicious food. Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Michelle

have enough food, she chose

not eat much. He had got used to not eating too much at night.

also returned to his room so she had no idea

he also taking

took a shower and walked out of the bathroom. She wore a silk nightgown. Speaking of this smooth cloth, she was not used to it. She always felt

it was her type to wear in

with a dry towel. Then she turned on the TV with the remote control and watched the drama happily. It

to be broadcast again at midnight. God knew what she was busy with all day long. Maybe one day she would even forget

there was a knock on the door. She looked at characters in

tall figure of Scott was standing in front of her, and he had put on a silk pajama. She took a closer look at the clothes they were wearing. They seemed to be a

like to wear lover's clothes. If she knew it early, she

was

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

would be easy for him

several times and became more and more worried about the marks on her face, so he asked someone to

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

was stopped

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

This was his home and he

accept his kindness. She couldn't tell him that she had no time to talk to him because she needed to watch

and patted the seat next to him to gesture her to sit

down, she felt her body bounce a few times. Why didn't she find that the bed was so soft?

"Come here."

echoed in her ears. She moved to his side as if she was bewitched, and then she felt his fingertips touching her skin. She felt a little cold because of the

her face in this way. But he only applied medicine on her wound, it was not necessary for them to stay so close to each

tried to pay all her attention to TV. But her mind was distracted

and immediately fell on the bed. Scott was on

"You..."

gap between them and she wanted to say something, but Scott

was carefully kissing in fear of

so uncomfortable now. She wanted to struggle, but she was afraid that Scott would change if she did so. So she always kept this posture like a wooden