Chapter 86: To Avoid Regret
Daniel carried Scarlett into the elevator, which started going up.
Scarlett panicked. Daniel's shoulder bone was cold and hard, making her dizzy, and her stomach felt awful from being pressed against it.
She kicked her legs. "Daniel, put me down! Or I swear I'll throw up all over you again!"
Daniel's voice was dark. "Go ahead and try."
His whole body radiated a cold aura, his tense muscles making it obvious to Scarlett that he was suppressing his anger and irritation.
Scarlett gritted her teeth, staring at Daniel's butt right in her line of sight. Thinking about how he'd spanked her several times, and just now had even done it in public, old and new grudges flooded her mind.
Her hand landed on Daniel's butt.
After a couple of slaps, she was surprised to find it felt pretty good.
Had Daniel's butt always been this firm?
Scarlett couldn't help herself and gave it another hard smack.
The next second, everything spun again as Daniel grabbed her waist and put her down.
Scarlett's legs went weak. Before she could steady herself, Daniel's hard body pressed against her, pinning her firmly in a corner of the elevator.
"Scarlett! Where exactly did you just slap?!" His handsome face was livid, his eyes seeming to churn with suppressed violence.
Scarlett felt a bit guilty but stuck her neck out defiantly. "Who told you not to put me down! You've hit me so many times, what's wrong with me hitting you twice?"
Daniel lifted his hand to grip Scarlett's chin, his lips curling mockingly. "Spanking is a sexual suggestion, Scarlett. Is this your attitude about getting divorced?"
Scarlett froze, then her face flushed red as she stammered in panic.
"I didn't! How is that a sexual suggestion? You're the one who...!"
He'd been spanking her all the time, starting when she was fifteen. Why was it just teaching his little sister a lesson when he did it to her?
But when she did it to him, it became a sexual suggestion?
It was so unfair!
However, before she could finish her protest, Daniel roughly blocked her lips with his.
Daniel had been drinking tonight. His lips and mouth tasted of alcohol—not strong, but with his deep, aggressive kiss, it instantly spread to every corner of Scarlett's mouth.
His kiss was intense, his breath hot, but his damp hair fell messily across his forehead, the strands brushing against Scarlett's nose with a startling tickle. When Scarlett came to her senses and couldn't push him away, she tried to bite him.
But before she could, he bit her first, not too hard but not too gently either.
The pain on her tongue was sharp. Scarlett's eyes blurred with tears.
She felt wronged and angry. The elevator space was small and quiet, filled only with the sounds of his kissing. He was kissing her so loudly.
Scarlett's neck turned red with shame. She couldn't break free, her lashes trembling as tears fell.
Daniel felt it and finally released her, stepping back slightly. He looked down at the pitiful, crying Scarlett in front of him.
"Why are you crying? I wasn't the one showing off tonight."
But Scarlett didn't feel good at all! She felt completely stifled.
Hearing him say this, she choked up.
"Let me go. Last time in the hospital room, you clearly said you'd let me go. We're getting divorced, and once we do, we'll be strangers. You can't treat me like this anymore."
Daniel's thin lips curved up again as he mocked, "I also said last time not to appear in front of me again! What did you do? You kept provoking me, made sexual suggestions at me, and now you're playing hard to get?"
Scarlett's expression turned panicked as she shook her head.
"I didn't! Did I want to appear in front of you? Alice was the one who had to mess with me. I came to settle the score with her. I had no idea you'd be here tonight. I wasn't making sexual suggestions at you just now either. Don't misunderstand! Just consider it me being stupid, okay? I apologize!"
"Apologize? Then show some sincerity. You provoked me, and now you want to back out? Don't you think it's a bit late?"
Daniel raised his hand, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned two more shirt buttons, tugging at his open collar.
His exposed neck and collarbone were tinged with a light flush, whether from the alcohol or desire, his Adam's apple bobbing.
It was actually quite alluring.
But such beauty could no longer stir Scarlett's heart. Her small face was ice cold.
"Daniel, if you're in heat, go find your Alice! She got hit and is in need of your care and comfort right now!"
Scarlett pushed him away!
She was really getting used to doing this sort of thing.
Daniel's heart turned cold, but the heat and restlessness in his body didn't dissipate one bit.
His handsome face, with the wet hair, had a dangerous edge that wasn't usually there.
"Right now I'm only interested in you. The night is long, we can take our time. Better than regretting it after the divorce."
Scarlett couldn't believe such words were coming from the usually restrained and aloof Daniel.
Who would regret it? Who wanted to sleep with him!
She was breaking down when the elevator made a sound and stopped.
Scarlett braced herself like facing a great enemy, gripping the elevator handrail for dear life in desperate resistance.
Daniel glanced at her disdainfully, bent down, and picked Scarlett up.
Scarlett held onto the railing and wouldn't let go. Daniel just kept walking.
How could her strength match his?
He forcibly carried her out of the elevator.
Fortunately, Elijah walked toward them.
Scarlett immediately shouted to Elijah for help, "Help! Please help me, I'm being kidnapped!"
Elijah hesitated, then walked over. "Sir, this lady doesn't seem very willing to go with you?"
Daniel's handsome face was cold. "Can't you see my wife has had too much to drink?"
Scarlett's small face was flushed red, but she hadn't been drinking—it was all from Daniel bullying her in the elevator just now.
She shook her head. "No! He's lying. I'm really not his wife. Please help me call someone, or call the police."
Seeing how anxious she was, even though Daniel looked like trouble, Elijah bravely stood in front of him.
Daniel chuckled and put Scarlett down.
The moment Scarlett's feet touched the ground, she tried to run. Daniel grabbed the back of her neck, restraining her in his arms.
No matter how much Scarlett struggled, she couldn't escape Daniel's grip.
Daniel pulled out his phone, tapped it a couple of times, and shoved it in Elijah's face.
"See it clearly?"
Elijah stared at the wedding photo on the phone screen for a moment, then glanced at the anxious and helpless Scarlett, his expression displeased.
"So drunk she doesn't even recognize her own husband? Girls these days are really too much."
Elijah shook his head. Before leaving, he said to Daniel sympathetically, "Buddy, you really need to keep her in line."
Daniel smirked. "Thanks for the reminder. I'm about to do just that."
Scarlett fell silent.
She had no ability to resist and was once again dragged forward by Daniel.
She asked unwillingly, "What did you show him?"
She couldn't figure it out. Given their current relationship, could Daniel really still have photos of them together on his phone?
Daniel chuckled. "Naturally, it's proof that we're legally certified to have sex."
What proof?
In her panic, Scarlett's mind went blank. Before she could figure it out, Daniel had already half-carried, half-dragged her into the suite at the end of the hallway.
The door slammed shut. Scarlett was forced to retreat step by step by Daniel.
Daniel pulled off his tie and threw it on the floor, then took off his suit jacket.
His shirt had also been splashed with water earlier, and after the struggle in the elevator, the chest area was now all wrinkled.
Daniel looked down at it and frowned in disgust.
He pulled off his belt, yanked his shirt out from his pants, and tore it open in a few moves.
His solid chest muscles and taut abs were suddenly completely exposed before Scarlett's eyes, the smooth lines of his muscles winding down, and as he pressed closer step by step, the flowing lines appeared and disappeared at his waistband.
Scarlett's breathing became labored. She was backed into the sofa area, the back of her knees hit the sofa, her legs went weak, and she fell backward onto it.