Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 11: The Expression Is Off

After the kiss, Scarlett Shaw lay on Julian Ford’s chest, breathing heavily.

Julian Ford lifted her onto the marble table in the dining room, looking down at her with a calm gaze, "Pretending to be a virtuous woman in front of Ryan Ford, claiming you only want love and not money. But with me, there’s no such restraint?"

Scarlett almost blurted out, "Aren’t you stating the obvious?"

She did break up with Ryan Ford, and it was a genuine breakup. She had no control over Ryan, but she was sincere.

Even if sincerity doesn’t return sincerity, she accepts her fate and cuts her losses, escaping in time.

As for Julian Ford...

He’s plagued with split personality and acts like Ford the Skinner, always humiliating her, so she has no reason to feel embarrassed.

However, she doesn’t dare say these words.

Julian Ford is quite shady; just looking at his face, it’s impossible to tell his mood.

Scarlett always feels that he’s the type to darkly retaliate, who knows, one day he might be in a bad mood and just seal her into a cement wall.

The more Scarlett thinks, the colder her heart grows.

She immediately has second thoughts about retreating; she really shouldn’t have followed him back.

Julian Ford pinched her waist and noticed her trembling, "Why are you shaking? Are you scared?"

Scarlett nodded honestly, "Can you not seal me in a cement wall?"

Julian Ford furrowed his brows in confusion, then chuckled lightly two seconds later, "Quite the imagination you have."

Julian Ford’s expressions are usually minimal, but when he does smile, it’s objectively handsome, enough to dazzle people, but also more like a poppy—enticing yet deadly.

Scarlett became even more frightened.

So, the wise man didn’t bend for five bushels of rice, there’s a reason for that: this "five bushels of rice" is not easy to swallow.

Julian Ford pulled Scarlett’s hand onto his loose necktie, her slender fingers hooked onto the tie, pulled it down, and loosened it.

The tie dangled around her wrist, Julian Ford’s fingers clasped down, binding her hands.

Scarlett struggled but was only bound tighter.

"Don’t move."

Julian Ford’s voice was husky and deep.

Scarlett lay in his arms, not daring to move.

Julian Ford’s long fingers pushed her shoulders away, suddenly creating distance.

"The expression from the photo, do it again."

Scarlett’s face flushed red, both embarrassed and angry, "Didn’t you say you’d delete the photo?"

Julian Ford glanced at her indifferently, "What makes you think I would keep your private photos."

"..."

If you’re not interested and didn’t keep them, why do you need to see me do it again? Are you nuts!

Scarlett held back her irritation and did as told.

Julian Ford: "The expression is wrong."

Scarlett frowned in confusion, "?"

Julian Ford’s long fingers brushed over her cheek, the pad of his finger cool, his movements gentle.

Scarlett’s hands were bound, unable to resist.

Until a certain moment, as her watery eyes fluctuated, Julian Ford looked into her eyes, suddenly pressed her slim waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, sealing the gap completely.

When Freya Pierce called, Scarlett was being positioned in front of the mirror by Julian Ford, the phone on the nearby bar, within reach.

Scarlett saw the word ’Mother’ on the screen, lifted her gaze to see Julian Ford’s interested expression in the mirror, her heart sank halfway.

"Don’t..."

Julian Ford swiped to answer, pressed the speaker button.

Scarlett bit her lip tightly.

"Julian Ford, why did you leave The Walsh family’s daughter alone in the restaurant?! She turned down several appointments to meet you today, since when do you lack manners?"

Freya Pierce questioned him repeatedly in anger.

Julian Ford’s face, except for a hint of redness at the corners of his eyes, showed no emotion at all.

Scarlett was nervous to the point of tightening her muscles.

Julian Ford whispered ambiguously by her ear.

At that moment, the ongoing call suddenly went dead silent.

Scarlett, with red eyes, looked back at Julian Ford pleadingly, while his face showed no shame whatsoever.

The call was hung up on the other end.

The part of Scarlett’s heart that was cooling slowly now chilled completely.

Julian Ford magnanimously unwrapped the tie, freed her hands, and lifted her to the sofa.

Exhausted and aching, Scarlett wanted to rest, but felt extremely uncomfortable, she asked Julian Ford, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Last time in a hotel, she barged into his bedroom and was kicked out.

Now she’s at Julian Ford’s place, Scarlett wouldn’t dare cross any boundaries.

Julian Ford glanced at her casually, "Can you still walk?"

Assuming he agreed, Scarlett said nothing, slowly climbed up, got off the ground, and wobbled her way to the bathroom.

After a few steps, a large hand wrapped around her waist, Julian Ford picked her up horizontally, carried her into the bathroom, and placed her in the bathtub.

Julian Ford squeezed out some shower gel and applied it on her, "Won’t you ask me?"

Immersed in the hot water, Scarlett felt more comfortable, and said faintly, "I begged you all night, and you didn’t let up."

Moreover, last time when it was over, he didn’t even want to touch her with a finger, why bother seeking humiliation.

Julian Ford slightly raised his brow at her words, and his actions while helping her bathe became a bit gentler.

...

Julian Ford finished bathing Scarlett, blow-dried her hair, and threw a women’s nightgown to her.

The nightgown was new, the tags still attached.

Scarlett put it on and felt Julian Ford was even more perverse, keeping dresses at home. Did he frequently do this in the past?

Considering his skills and eccentricity, Scarlett thought it highly possible.

Julian Ford saw her strange expression, "What are you imagining again?"

Without thinking, Scarlett blurted, "You wouldn’t happen to have a habit of wearing dresses yourself, would you?"

Of course, as soon as she said it, Scarlett wished she could sew her mouth shut.

She remembered Julian Ford had an ex-girlfriend, keeping dresses for a girlfriend at home is perfectly normal.

"President Ford, I was wrong."

Scarlett could bend and yield, raising the white flag quickly before Julian Ford could humiliate her.

Julian Ford, well-fed tonight, didn’t bother with her, turned into the bathroom to shower. When he emerged, he saw Scarlett wrapped in a thin blanket, a tiny figure snuggled on the couch.

Julian Ford walked over, gazing down at her, "Do you plan on sleeping here?"

Scarlett, nearly asleep, was startled awake by him, her tone wasn’t great, "Otherwise, where can I sleep?!"

Last time in a hotel, wasn’t it him who made her sleep on the sofa?

Julian Ford: "Go to bed."

Scarlett didn’t want to move: "This is fine."

At least it’s more spacious and softer than a hotel sofa.

Julian Ford didn’t bother persuading her, gave her a brief glance, and turned into the room.

In the morning, Scarlett was awakened by an alarm, half-dead she struggled up from the sofa.

Julian Ford was fully dressed, carrying breakfast from the kitchen, raised his eyes and saw her dazing on the sofa, spoke mildly, "If you’re awake, come eat."

Scarlett immediately jumped up, looking for clothes to wear, Julian Ford said, "Your clothes are dirty, you still want to wear them?"

"..."

Doing something with you is exhausting and ruins clothes, truly a loss.

Scarlett wondered if she should have Julian Ford compensate for her clothes when the doorbell rang.