Pampered by the Demon

The rendezvous arranged with the marquise was a prestigious hotel in the capital of Country E.

Scarlett stood at the door, tugging at her casual clothes as she looked at Mike, who was dressed in the same style.

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Their outfits seemed too perfunctory in a country that was well known for its strict rules of etiquette.

Mike didn’t answer her. He just took her arm and patted it. Scarlett pouted but felt proud.

As soon as she entered the hotel, Scarlett was stunned by the magnificent arched doors she passed one after another. Seeing that all other people were dressed formally, Scarlett lowered her head again.

Mike chose what they wore today and Scarlett wondered what he was up to.

It felt like Mike was deliberately provoking the marquise’s anger.

On the way, Scarlett brushed past people from time to time and they all looked at her oddly.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and looked at Mike who was holding her hand.

Unintelligible words gushed out of Scarlett’s mouth, but her tone and expression were just like those of a Japanese woman.

Her plan was straightforward.

Scarlett wanted to pass off as a foreigner so as not to disgrace her country.

Unexpected for Scarlett’s move, Mike twitched his mouth and stopped, his brows raised.

“Do you know what they mean?”

Scarlett shook her head. These were the words a wife usually said to her husband in Japanese manga.

Mike flicked her forehead and whispered something into her ear that made Scarlett flush instantly.

It meant “I love you, honey”.

Looking at her blushed face, Mike teased Scarlett again.

“Keep such words between us and don’t speak aloud in public.”

“You’re so annoying!” Scarlett said hatefully.

“It’s fine to me if you want to confess your love in public.”

Scarlett cursed Mike silently.

At this time, the waiter led them through the general dining area and into the VIP section.

Scarlett burst into laughter as she suddenly recalled something.

Mike looked at her inquiringly and Scarlett beckoned at him to strain his ears.

Now they already stepped into the sight of the marquise and her companions, Anna and Hans.

The marquise’s face turned ugly when she saw Mike’s casualwear, which was equal to a slap on her face.

But what made her and Anna even angrier was that Mike whispered to Scarlett in public that was considered inappropriate for a person of his position.

Mike could never make such a gross mistake regarding social etiquette.

His lack of manners meant only one thing.

Mike couldn’t care less about what they thought of him.

What enraged the marquise was that Mike laughed loudly after he heard the words Scarlett aired into his ear.

Anna’s face was distorted. She had never imagined that Mike was capable of laughing.

Mike always wore a poker face in front of them since he was a child.

Besides, it was not a wry smile and Mike was laughing wholeheartedly.

Scarlett also laughed when seeing his infectious smile.

What did Scarlett say to Mike just now?

She told Mike that it was embarrassing to say I love you in public.

But it was fortunate that she hadn’t spoken out other Japanese words she knew. Mike was curious and asked what they were.

Scarlett answered frankly.

They were the lines that the actresses in Japanese porn usually said in the hottest moment.

Scarlett was thankful that she hadn’t spurt them out just now and Mike was greatly amused.

But soon Scarlett felt less happy.

“You can say these lines to me at night, in private,” Mike breathed into her ear.

Scarlett blushed crimson again and let Mike hold her hand and lead her to the dining table.

What happened between them was closely watched by others.

Anna, who had been coveting Mike for a long time, was eaten up with jealousy.

“What’s wrong with you, being dressed like that?”

The marquise criticized Mike. The way Mike and Scarlett dressed today was outrageously inappropriate in a country where all people were meticulous about dress code.

Mike pulled out a chair for Scarlett who sat down gracefully.

Sedately, Mike took a seat himself and began to converse.

“Grandma, you must have more important things to talk about with me than what I’m wearing today.”

The marquise’s face darkened. Anna quickly tugged at her and reminded her to keep peace with Mike a little longer for the sake of their next plan.

Meanwhile, Hans’s gaze was fixed on Scarlett.

In a light-colored T-shirt and jeans, Scarlett looked youthful. Hans’s eyes lingered on her breast.

The size was nothing compared with that of blondes, but her petite body and tender temperament intrigued Hans.

Imaging that Scarlett would be soon pressed under his body and covered with his kiss, Hans was almost turned on.

Hans had slept with many women, but never met such a delicate Oriental beauty as Scarlett.

A murderous look flashed across Mike’s eyes when he saw Hans’s reaction but he suppressed it instantly.

The dinner was rather dull. Even the best a Michelin 3-star rated restaurant could offer became tasteless because all diners were preoccupied.

Mike alerted Scarlett to be ready for this yesterday and therefore Scarlett became very vigilant.

The marquise was still holding back after the main course was finished and the dessert was served.

Mike parried tactfully when the marquise mentioned that he should assist Hans’s company.

Anna remained silent all the time but looked daggers at Scarlett.

‘Maybe Mike is wrong this time. These people have no other plans at all,’ Scarlett thought to herself.

She rose to her feet. “Sorry everyone, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Hans followed after her with an excuse to go out.

Mike frowned and intended to catch up with Scarlett.

However, the marquise winked at Anna, and Anna took the hint, springing up to her feet and pestering Mike.

Scarlett was capable of coping with Hans by herself and besides, Mike had already placed his men to guard the hotel secretly.

Therefore, Mike sank to his chair and handled the marquise and Anna impatiently. It was best for these people to act quickly.

His patience was running out.

Scarlett came out of the bathroom and saw Hans, who was waiting outside. She went around him.

Hans staggered deliberately in an attempt to touch Scarlett.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.” Hans smiled shamelessly as his hand brushed Scarlett’s waist.

Hans believed that Scarlett would not dare tell this to Mike.

Scarlett blinked her eyes and suddenly kicked him in the middle of his thighs, the indescribable part.

“Sorry, my foot slipped.”