Chapter 270 Very Painful
A crisp, loud slap rang out. Clearly, Scarlett had put force behind it. Five finger marks instantly appeared on Ambrose's handsome face.
Ambrose ran his tongue over his teeth, sneering coldly without a care. His arm wrapped around her waist, locking her in place.
"You got what you wanted, and now you're turning your back on me."
His expression instantly darkened. "Women are all so two-faced."
Scarlett struggled to remove his hand, but it was useless. After what just happened, she had no strength left. She gave up the pointless effort and fought back with words instead.
"I slapped you because you forced me. I hate it most when men use physical strength to overpower women, and that's exactly what you did."
"I admit I felt something afterward, but that was just a physical response. I have sexual needs, so having a reaction is normal. It would be the same with anyone else."
As soon as those words left her mouth, Ambrose's face turned cold. His arm around her waist tightened, and his voice menacing. "Say that again, I dare you."
Scarlett could see he was on the edge of losing it. If she said more, there was no guarantee he wouldn't go crazy again, and she'd be the one to suffer. She stayed quiet.
"I don't have time to waste on you. Since you're satisfied, get out of my room. I need to sleep."
She ordered him to leave.
This triggered Ambrose's rebellious streak, and he pinned her down again.
"Satisfied? How could it be that easy?"
With that, he lowered his head and kissed her. Facing his sudden desire for another round, Scarlett panicked. She was exhausted and didn't want to play this game anymore.
In that moment, she hated Ambrose with everything she had.
Much later, Ambrose got out of bed with a cold expression. He grabbed his robe, threw it on, and headed for the door without glancing at Scarlett.
Even though he'd vented his anger, that feeling still lingered in his chest, refusing to go away.
Only after hearing the door close did Scarlett slowly get out of bed. Her feet touched the floor. As soon as she stood up, a tearing pain shot through her lower body. She gritted her teeth and made her way to the bathroom.
The hot water washed away much of her physical pain, but while her body felt better, her heart still ached.
All along, he'd seemed better than other men in her eyes, more considerate too. But tonight, she realized she was wrong. This was his true nature.
The rumors about Ambrose being ruthless and cold-blooded weren't rumors, they were true. She used to think it was just bias, but now she saw she'd been too naive.
He could turn on her at any moment.
She'd hoped for a dignified separation, but now it seemed that wasn't possible.
How should she handle this situation?
These messy thoughts swirled in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.
Back in his room, Ambrose took a shower and lay in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, he got up and went back to Scarlett's room.
By then, Scarlett was asleep. Tear stains marked the corners of her eyes, clearly showing she'd been crying. For a moment, he was so troubled he didn't know what to do next.
They'd reached this point, a deadlock. He'd broken the peace they once had. Thinking about it, he felt nothing but regret. He'd been too impulsive earlier.
But things had come to this. He could only take it one step at a time. He left her room and the Lakeside Garden.
At the club's VIP lounge, Ambrose sat looking dejected, drinking alone. Since arriving, he'd barely said a word.
Ruben picked up on something. As Ambrose finished his third drink, Ruben said with a smile, "Ambrose, did you fight with Scarlett again?"
Hearing the word "again," Ambrose glanced up at him. "Even alcohol can't shut you up."
Ruben shrugged with a smile. "Ambrose, tell us about it. Maybe we can help?"
Ambrose ignored him and kept drinking. Felix, beside him, picked up his glass and clinked it with Ambrose's.
"You finally got the woman of your dreams, so why are you picking fights with her? Aren't you afraid of scaring her off?" Felix smiled.
"She already wants to leave."
At those words, everyone immediately understood—Scarlett didn't want Ambrose. No wonder he looked so dejected.
They grew more curious about why Scarlett would want to run.
"Ambrose, what did you do? Why doesn't Ms. Mellon want you?" Ruben couldn't contain his curiosity.
Ambrose was at his wit's end and wanted their help figuring something out, so he gave them a brief summary.
"Ambrose, I knew it from the startt. Hiding the truth about her child from Ms. Mellon would eventually cause problems. And now it has, hasn't it?" Ruben said mockingly.
"Skip the useless commentary. Help me figure out how to make it up to her." Then Ambrose mentioned forcing himself on Scarlett tonight.
This shocked both of them.
"You've really fallen in love," Ruben exclaimed, his eyes drifting to Ambrose's wrist.
The ring was long gone.
Felix chimed in with his own sarcastic comment.
"With the woman you've been thinking about right there beside you, wearing that ring really wouldn't be appropriate."
Hearing this, Ruben understood everything. He laughed lewdly.
"So Ms. Mellon has been the one in Ambrose loves all along!"
Ambrose glanced up and said casually, "Ruben, I remember your first time was with your senior, right? Her name was..."
"Ambrose, I was wrong! I'll help you figure something out. I'll definitely get Ms. Mellon to forgive you." Ruben immediately backed down.
That incident was his secret—he absolutely couldn't let anyone else know about it.
"What can't you say? What was her name?" Felix asked nosily.
"Felix, stop worrying about my business. When is your sister-in-law getting divorced?" Ruben shot back.
Felix didn't seem bothered. He just smiled faintly. "Whether she divorces or not, what's it to you?"
Seeing the two start bickering again, Ambrose gave up hope they'd be any help. He just kept drinking. Suddenly, the private room door burst open and a woman rushed in.
"Help!"
The woman, barely clothed, ran in with several people chasing after her.
The pursuers froze when they saw the three men in the room, not daring to move forward. But the woman, Felicity Green, ran toward the three of them.
When Ambrose saw Felicity's face, he froze.
This Felicity, who had burst into the room, looked remarkably similar to Scarlett.
"Scarlett?" Ruben called out, then realized something was wrong. This wasn't Scarlett.
With his keen eye, he could still spot the differences. Although her face was eighty percent similar and even the expressions somewhat alike, the aura was different.