Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Kissing at the Slightest Disagreement, He’s So Spoiled

It was 1:30 in the morning by the time Alaric Blackwood got back to Maplewood Estate.

He changed into his pajamas, quickly washed up in the bathroom, then slipped under the covers. He pulled the soundly sleeping Sophie Shaw into his arms and, holding his sweet, soft wife, contentedly drifted off to sleep.

「Early the next morning.」

He was startled awake by a chill. Opening his eyes, he found Sophie Shaw sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an ice pack against the back of his left hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

Sophie Shaw looked at him in surprise. "Did you get into a fight last night?"

It was rare for her to wake up early, and the first thing she saw was a swollen welt on the back of Alaric Blackwood’s hand.

It looked like he’d been struck by something.

Alaric Blackwood propped his head up with his right hand, looking languid. His voice, raspy from just waking up, was nonchalant. "It was just an accident."

"Did Mom hit you?"

"..."

"I’m guessing Mom hit you."

...

"Why?"

"Because I didn’t tell them right away that my sister had been kidnapped."

"Well, you were definitely in the wrong then."

After all, a person getting kidnapped is no small matter.

"Since your hand is injured, I’ll make breakfast today."

Sophie Shaw left the ice pack on the back of his hand, got up, and walked out of the room to go downstairs and prepare breakfast.

Her car was still parked at the company from last night, so she hadn’t driven it back. After breakfast, she got right into Alaric Blackwood’s red supercar with him.

"Let’s have lunch together. I’ll have a driver come and pick you up."

Alaric Blackwood dropped her off in front of the Heart of the Ocean building, holding her hand, reluctant to let go. "So, will you grace me with your company, my dear?"

"I will."

’I could refuse anyone else, but for Alaric Blackwood, I had to make an exception.’

The man was very satisfied with her answer. As she unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to push the car door open, he pulled her toward him, gripped the back of her neck, and pressed a dominant kiss to her lips.

"Mmph..."

She tried to push him away with her hands, but that only stoked the man’s desire to conquer.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, circling it tightly, and lifted her with a single motion.

She felt her body lighten, and the next second, she was sitting on Alaric Blackwood’s lap, her back pressed against the steering wheel.

The limited space and the face-to-face position with Alaric Blackwood made her heart beat uncontrollably faster.

"I don’t think we’ve ever tried this in a car before."

A corner of Alaric Blackwood’s mouth curled up. His charming eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her alluring lips and kissed her again.

"You—"

The rest of her words were smothered.

Sophie Shaw couldn’t break free, so she could only pinch his waist. At first, she pinched lightly, but as his kiss grew more urgent, she put more force into it, pinching him hard and following it up with a bite.

"HISS—"

The man frowned and pulled his lips away.

Not only had his waist been pinched, but his lower lip had also been bitten, breaking the skin and causing a bright red bead of blood to well up.

"What a fierce wife."

’...Who’s the fierce one, really?’

’He just kisses me whenever he feels like it!’

’He’s totally spoiled!’

Sophie Shaw was a little angry. Ignoring him, she pushed open the driver’s side door and got off his lap.

Afraid she’d be unsteady on her high heels, Alaric Blackwood even gave her a steadying hand. Utterly shameless, he acted as if nothing had happened and reminded her with a smile, "Don’t forget we’re having lunch."

"I’m not having lunch with you."

Sophie Shaw slammed the car door shut and stalked toward the office building in a huff.

Watching her fuming figure retreat, Alaric Blackwood pulled out a tissue, pressed it to his bleeding lip, and tsked. "She’s starting to show some temper."

He smiled thoughtfully. ’This is actually pretty good.’

’It’s much better than how she was with the Kane family, always so submissive. A person ought to have a temper of their own.’

He drove to the company. Just as he arrived at his office, Lydia Wynn brought him coffee as usual.

"I’ll have tea today."

’I need to cool off.’

Lydia Wynn’s expression didn’t change. She silently took the coffee back to the breakroom. While brewing the tea, she fumed inwardly, ’Alaric Blackwood is getting more and more nitpicky with me.’

’She brings him coffee, he wants tea. She brings him tea, he’ll want coffee.’

’He’s just deliberately looking for trouble.’

’Is he waiting for me to get fed up and submit my resignation?’

She knew Alaric Blackwood couldn’t fire her; he didn’t have the authority. She was personally recruited and trained by Quentin Blackwood. Besides Quentin Blackwood, no one could kick her out of the Blackwood Group.

Once the tea was ready, she carried it and walked into Alaric Blackwood’s office again.

Placing the teacup by his hand, she didn’t retreat as she usually did. Instead, she stood before the wide desk, her eyes rimmed with red, and looked at the man as he worked.

"Is there something?"

Alaric Blackwood didn’t even look up, his tone cold.

"Mr. Blackwood, what exactly do you want? Are you trying to force me to leave on my own?"

Alaric Blackwood didn’t respond. Instead, he raised a hand and pressed a speed-dial button on his desk phone, calling his assistant, Preston Chase. "Do you have the results on that matter I asked you to investigate?"

"The files will be delivered before noon."

Alaric Blackwood ended the call, put down the report in his hand, and looked up at Lydia Wynn. "Assistant Wynn, is there something about your current job that you’re dissatisfied with?"

"Work?"

Lydia Wynn sneered. "I have work? If making tea and coffee every day counts as work, then yes, I am very dissatisfied with the current situation. I’m your personal assistant, yet you’ve marginalized me, given me the cold shoulder, and made me feel completely useless."

"You can apply for a transfer."

"Why should I?"

Lydia Wynn couldn’t suppress her anger any longer and slammed both hands on the desk. "What exactly have I done wrong? What right do you have to tell me to apply for a transfer?"

Alaric Blackwood leaned back in his executive chair, his gaze fixed darkly on the woman in the professional suit before him. He suddenly smiled. "In that case, Assistant Wynn, why don’t you first explain this: on my wedding day, I told you to deliver the car to Maplewood Estate. Why didn’t you leave? Why did you stay in the car, take off your clothes, open the door, and deliberately sit in the cold wind all night to make yourself sick?"

Lydia Wynn choked, stunned speechless.

She couldn’t understand how Alaric Blackwood could possibly know about this.

"Maplewood Estate has security cameras both inside and in the yard. I saw all your little moves very clearly. How do you plan to explain yourself?"

Alaric Blackwood lit a cigarette and calmly waited for her answer.

She stood there stiffly. A moment later, tears fell. "I wasn’t feeling well that day. After I drove the car to Maplewood Estate, I really didn’t have the strength to leave, so I just sat in the car."

"As for taking off my clothes and opening the car door, I was burning up and felt awful. I wanted to get some air, but I accidentally fell asleep on the steering wheel."

"It was probably because of the fever."

Lydia Wynn gave what she believed to be a perfect answer. Strictly speaking, the footage captured by the security cameras didn’t prove anything. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Alaric Blackwood had asked her this deliberately to see what she would say, but he hadn’t expected her answer to be so watertight.

It seemed that even if he showed the security footage from that day to Quentin Blackwood, it wouldn’t be enough to prove Lydia Wynn’s impure intentions or be sufficient grounds to have her transferred away from him.

For some unknown reason, Quentin Blackwood was very protective of Lydia Wynn and had even given her special privileges. She had been recruited directly into the company right after graduation and was specially groomed for her role.

It wasn’t that he was prejudiced against female assistants; he simply disliked Lydia Wynn.

Seeing him silent and at a loss for words, Lydia Wynn wiped away her tears and gave the man a triumphant smile. "Mr. Blackwood, I hope you can assign me some real work. Assistant Chase is new, after all. He can’t possibly handle everything by himself."

The man tossed his car keys in front of her. "Since you’ve got nothing better to do, go wash the car."

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