Pampered by the Demon

Scarlett felt more shocked at meeting Mike at the steamed bun restaurant than meeting Richard at the Potato Cake stall.

Scarlett was stunned.

There was no way to connect rarefied Mike to the plain steamed bun restaurant.

“What are you doing? Why are you so silly all day? You glutton, staying up so late to buy buns.”

Mike was still so mean. Scarlett finally confirmed that the man in front of her was definitely Mike!

Scarlett suddenly had an idea, “You didn’t buy all the food I ate before in person, did you?”

Mike knocked on her again.

“What are you thinking about? How could I buy these for you in person?”

Scarlett immediately looked at the bag in Mike’s hand. He hastened to clarify, “This is a coincidence.”

On the way home after working overtime, Mike suddenly thought of the little wildcat that was hiding out of shame.

At that time, he happened to see the sign of buns on the roadside, stopped, and walked into the restaurant unknowingly.

“You didn’t eat well tonight, so you came here to buy snacks?” Mike asked, puzzled.

“Of course not. I just came out of the bar in a bad mood and wanted something to eat.”

“You went to the bar?” Mike was shocked.

Mike had wanted to give Scarlett a few days to sort out her feelings, and according to her personality, she would have hidden shyly.

What a wrong decision!

A wildcat like Scarlett should always be chained to his side. Once Mike relaxed a little bit, she would run out to cause trouble!

“All I had was a soft drink,” Scarlett said with a hint of guilt.

Mike glared at her.

“I think you deserve to be punished. Come back with me!”

Mike tugged at Scarlett.

“Hey, are you riding or not? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

The taxi driver who had been waiting by the roadside urged Scarlett impatiently.

Scarlett quickly snatched the buns from Mike’s hand, opened the door, and jumped into the car quickly.

“Don’t hide from me anymore. I’ve given you enough time, otherwise-”

Scarlett said disdainfully, “You will deduct my salary?”

Mike felt awkward. Did Scarlett want to escape so badly because of his recklessness that day?

Sitting in the car, Scarlett watched Mike’s disappearing figure, opened the bag, took out a warm steamed bun to take a bite.

It amused her to think of Mike in an expensive suit standing in a steamed bun restaurant buying buns.

Miffy was right, let it be.

For the time being, she couldn’t figure out what was going on with the strange relationship between Mike and her, but after eating a few delicious buns, she was relieved.

It’s hard for her to get over the accidental sex, but now that it has happened, she’s trying to make it stop.

The next day, Lily handed Mike a beautifully wrapped box, saying it had come with a special delivery from Scarlett.

After opening the box, Mike found that it turned out to be a very unique handmade cake.

Just by the aroma and color, Mike immediately realized that Scarlett had made it herself, and it was his favorite flavor.

But why was its shape so unique?

When Daniel came in to deliver the report, he saw Mike staring at the unique cake in a daze. So he went over to take a look and burst out laughing.

“Mike, what is the meaning of this design?”

On the round chassis, the three-dimensional pattern of a small tadpole was swimming toward the man’s head painted on the cake, and on the man’s body, there were two words written with jam-Scum Mike.

Beside the little tadpole was a colorful chocolate egg. Daniel could vaguely feel that the words “Scum Mike” meant Mike, but what was the meaning of other things, he didn’t understand…

“Is this from a competitor? You’d better not eat food of unknown origin. I’ll throw it away.”

Immediately, Mike glared at Daniel.

“Have you finished your work? Are you free now?”

After seeing Mike’s grim expression, Daniel realized that he had put his foot in his mouth again. The cake Mike valued so much must have been sent by Scarlett!

“Take your time then. Here’s the report.”

“Come back!” Mike looked at the unique cake and knew Scarlett was still angry.

“Order a candlelight dinner tonight at the top floor of Kerry’s revolving restaurant.”

Just comfort the little wildcat, he thought, he had gone too far that day.

“Do you want to reserve the whole restaurant?”

“No more nonsense, or you won’t do this job. Get back the IQ you discarded and then come back!”

Daniel thought, ‘Alright, I got it. Mike wants to show his romance to Scarlett.’

“So I’ll reserve Kerry’s whole restaurant first, and then reserve a presidential suite at a six-star hotel on the west side of town. At last, I will cover the bed with rose petals,” Daniel said.

“Just book a suite downstairs of Carry’s restaurant,” Mike said.

As Daniel expected, Mike wanted to show his romance to Scarlett.

“Mike, according to the weather forecast, there’s a meteor shower tonight that only happens once in 60 years. If you take Scarlett up the hill to watch the meteor shower after dinner, you can hold her in your arms and keep her warm. Then, Scarlett must be moved to give her heart to you. At that moment, the meteor shower is over. While Scarlett is moving, you can take her down the hill into the suite I reserved for you. Then Scarlett can feel your sincerity!”

As a special assistant, Daniel was deeply concerned about the sexual happiness of Mike by doing this.

“It is too childish,” Mike said disdainfully.

This method sounded very low, so he disdained to use it.

“All women like this. Mike, believe me, that’s how I got the heart of a superlative goddess on campus in my first love. The more childish the way, the more women like it! These are all the way to have a baby, and Scarlett is willing to be forced by you-”

Mike glared at him again, and Daniel immediately shut up.

“I didn’t force her-reserve the suite on the west side of town.”

Daniel curled his lips complacently and thought, ‘Mike, you can be more emotional.’

While Mike was in a good mood, Daniel quickly made his request.

“Mike, there is something that needs to be dealt with in my family recently. Could I apply for a week’s leave?”

Mike agreed. Daniel was overjoyed and quickly went back to get the written request for leave and got Mike to sign it!

After taking two steps, Daniel came back, asking with an extremely gossipy expression.

“What does Scarlett mean by this cake she gave you?”

“Get out of here!”

What else could it mean?

Mike, you’re a sex-only bastard … Mike couldn’t say that.

Alone in the office, Mike gently sliced open the colorful chocolate egg, which meant “bastard.” From one bite, he knew that the sweet handmade chocolate must have been cooked by Scarlett.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The bad-tempered little wildcat would never yield to reality. Even when confronted with problems that couldn’t be solved, she would still doggedly stretch out her little claws and try to resist.

However, the little wildcat did not know that the more she did, the easier it was to arouse Mike’s possessiveness.