"Scarlett's point of view,"Dinner date? Has Samantha lost her mind? What exactly is she saying? Samuel set up a dinner date for me. She is undoubtedly daydreaming. "What are you saying, Samantha? You have had a misunderstanding." I regarded her with perplexity. "Samantha, why are you lying to me?" His mother questioned her angrily. "No, Mama, she is not lying. I had planned to surprise her with supper on the terrace, but when you showed up to join us, I had to change my plans. Samantha, I already instructed you not to tell my mother, so why did you tell her?" What the hell is going on? Is it unquestionably a joke or a nightmare? surprise dining with the devil. I am aware that he is deceiving her mother into thinking he cares about me. But the truth is rather different. Clara set up a romantic meal for the two of them, and now that she's not around, he wants to claim all the credit for himself. He is such a jerk. But there's one thing I didn't get until now, and that's why

"Scarlett's point of view,""Now, what are you doing here? Why are you disturbing my sleep after I've already accomplished everything you asked me to do?" It was a pleasant night in my chamber when the devil came in and woke me up. What is wrong with him that he always wakes me up? "I have to share this bed with you, Miss Neve.""What? Have you gone insane?" Unfortunately, I must live under the same roof as him for the sake of my mother and my unborn child, even though I don't want to spend a single minute with him and now he wants to sleep in my bed with me. I'm not going to let this happen in any way. "It's not a request, Miss Neve; it's an order: share your bedroom." He pulled my blanket over me and lay down next to me. What did he want now? Why does he insist that we share a bed even though his mother has already left this place? But if I asked him why, he would undoubtedly show me his claims on the property once more."I'll sleep in another room, Mr. Oscar; you can sleep he

"Scarlett's point of view,""Here is your file, Mr. Oscar." I went into his office and gave him a printout of the information he asked for. "How can you manage to create a record so quickly, Miss Neve?" It was obvious from his facial expression that he was disappointed by the report. "Is there a problem with the report?" I am aware that he assigned me this task on purpose so that he might embarrass me if I didn't finish it in the allotted time. I am well aware of his malicious motive. Although I don't want to work for him, I accepted his offer because his mother wants me to have a job, and I also want to learn about business-related subjects. However, this fiend is crueler than I could have imagined. He drove himself to work, leaving me alone in the house. I know he wants to insult me for being late on my first day, but I take public transportation to get to work. His PA greeted me when I initially visited his office. He didn't believe me when I told him that I utilized Google Map

"Scarlett's point of view,""Miss Neve, get up.""I want to sleep; don't bother me." I feel so sleepy; I don't know what happened to me so suddenly. When Samantha came to me and requested food, I attempted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I feel like someone forced me to close my eyes. "Stop your tantrum and get up." He yanked my hand away and forced me to sit on the bed. "Now, what do you want?" I rubbed my eyes and asked him with annoyance. "Eat this." He extended the soup bowl to me. "I'm not hungry at all." I took the bowl from his grasp and set it down on the nightstand. "Miss Neve, I am not here to feed you, but my baby is hungry because of you, so I brought this soup for him." He offered me a spoonful of soup. The devil gives his infant such tender care. I blinked in shock at him. "Why did you come home so late, Miss Neve?" He sternly questioned me. "I got stuck in the elevator at the office. I would still be stuck in the elevator if Harry did not arrive in time to sa

"Scarlett's point of view,""What are you still doing here, Mr. Oscar? Why are you still in my room despite my repeated requests for you to leave?" He grabbed my pillow out of my hands. "Someone locked your door from the outside, Miss Neve." He answered gently. After all, what happened to his tone? He always makes a lion-like roar when he is angry, but right now, he sounds like a scapegoat. "How is that even possible?" I looked at him in confusion. "You can check yourself." He motioned for me to check the room's door. "Oh no, it's locked from the outside." I tried to open the door, but it looked like someone had locked it from outside. "Did I say the same thing to you in another language?" He gave me a furious glare. "How is this possible, though? How is a room locked from the outside?" The locked door still has me baffled. "Miss Neve, I don't know about this, but please clear off the bed so I can sleep." He reclines in bed next to me. "Mr. Oscar, I'm not able to sleep with