Chapter 223 She Got Up and Hugged Him
Scarlett got into Ambrose's car, and they drove away from the hospital toward Lakeside Garden.
Chase was driving, while Scarlett and Ambrose sat in the back seat. She leaned against the seat back, feeling completely drained.
"Come lie down here." Ambrose patted his thigh.
Scarlett turned to look at him. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and being truly exhausted, she didn't bother being polite and lay down on his lap.
With her head resting on his leg, she felt his burning warmth, and her heart immediately relaxed.
"Just now, I thought I was going to die." Scarlett suddenly said.
Ambrose heard the fear in Scarlett's words. He reached out to hold her shoulder, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against her forehead.
"Thank you for this time. Otherwise, I don't know if I'd ever see Yara again," she said.
If he hadn't secretly arranged for bodyguards, she might have really died in that car. She would remember this debt of gratitude.
"I haven't won you over yet, so how could I let anything happen to you?" His deep voice was especially moving in the dark car.
But it wasn't without playfulness. Scarlett caught it, and of course, she understood he was probably saying this to lighten her mood, so she teased back.
"Then you're making a losing deal."
"Business and feelings are two different things. You can't compare them."
Ambrose's lips moved on her forehead, his breath brushing against her skin as he spoke, making her shiver.
She stared at the car ceiling with wide eyes, suddenly wanting to ask which was more important—business or feelings. But she felt that asking would be too serious.
His career was his foundation. Only someone foolish would compare it to feelings.
Ambrose had always been a rational and clear-headed man. He knew which mattered more. She shouldn't create conflict.
"Why so quiet?" Ambrose seemed to sense something, though he wasn't sure what she was thinking.
"I'm thinking about how to thank you," she said with a soft laugh.
He didn't think much of it and teased her, "Accept my pursuit."
Scarlett poked his chest. "You've only been pursuing me for one day, and you're already impatient?"
The poke made Ambrose's body react instantly. He grabbed her hand and moved it toward his waistband. "It can't wait anymore."
Feeling something hard, Scarlett immediately pulled her hand back, her face burning. All he could think about was sex.
She pouted, "This is the most important test for you."
After saying this, she paused for two seconds, then deliberately added, "You still owe me a favor, right? I think we can call it even. That seems fair."
After she finished speaking, she heard Ambrose laugh. Scarlett was puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at how you find loopholes."
As he spoke, he kept kissing her forehead, gradually moving downward. This time, Scarlett didn't refuse. Right now, she really wanted to touch him, to quickly escape from the image of that moment when she was hit.
She needed another intense experience to cover up that memory.
Ambrose kept kissing, reaching her lips. He was very gentle, slowly exploring her lips and teeth. Scarlett had never experienced this kind of gentle kissing from him before.
He was usually impatient. Enjoying this kind of kiss, Scarlett's body gradually softened.
Then he stopped. "You sleep. I'll wake you when we arrive."
Seeing him suddenly stop just when she was getting into it, Scarlett was annoyed. She sat up, threw her arms around him, and kissed him hard.
Ambrose was shocked by her action, but there was no time to be shocked because Scarlett was too eager, as if stimulated by something, and she aroused his desire.
They immediately embraced tightly.
Blood rushed to Ambrose's head, and he wanted to have sex with her right away. But thinking about her strange behavior, and that she had just experienced a life-and-death situation, he didn't go further and just let her kiss him.
Suddenly, Scarlett reached for his belt.
Just moments ago, Scarlett had said she wanted to test him, and now she was making moves. Ambrose was surprised.
But then he sensed something was wrong. He immediately pressed down on her wandering hand, dodged her kiss, and asked with a teasing laugh, "Want to have sex?"
Unsatisfied with his dodging, Scarlett lowered her head and bit his Adam's apple. Ambrose let out a muffled groan.
That groan brought back memories of that night when he was moaning in the bathroom.
She let go of him, looked up at him, and said softly with a hint of complaint, "Who was making all that noise in the bathroom that night?"
She tried to kiss him again, but Ambrose didn't let her succeed. Instead, he affectionately rubbed her nose with his and laughed softly, his voice deep as he asked, "You remember so clearly?"
"You didn't sleep well that night either."
Ambrose wasn't asking—he was stating a fact.
Back then, he had deliberately let her hear. She had teased him so happily, so naturally that he had to let her experience the consequences of being provocative.
Mentioning that night, Scarlett naturally wouldn't admit she hadn't slept well. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head back, avoiding his intimate touch.
"That night, I slept like a baby," she said stubbornly.
Ambrose leaned back against the seat, staring at her. Though the light in the car was dim, in the faint glow, he could make out the forced expression on her face.
He lazily teased her, "I wonder who had dark circles under her eyes the next morning."
The delicate body on top of him stiffened slightly. Wasn't he gone that morning?
How did he know she had dark circles?
She immediately guessed—Hayden must have told him. Why did he tell him everything?
Looked like she'd have to let him stay at Lakeside Garden less often.