Chapter 22: Work For Mike

"What do you mean?" Scarlett subconsciously picked up a knife.

It was because she couldn't help thinking ill of Mike when she saw his expression. After all, she had been his wife for two months. Under his influence, she was no longer innocent.

Mike's lips twitched. He was very unhappy that she defended herself against him in such a way.

He easily grabbed the knife from her hand. He bent down and forced her to lie on the mat.

He was close to her, his legs against hers, and looked down at her.

"You're thinking too much. Look at your bad figure, not attractive at all. You're not worth three million."

He nipped at her chin and looked away. He seemed not interested in her indeed.

Mike stood up casually and clapped his hands in disgust.

Scarlett sighed with relief, but she was not pleased with his words.

"I'm not as hot as your ex-girlfriends, but at least my breast size is B cup." She lowered her head and muttered.

Besides, he had enjoyed her boobs before they got divorced...

Scarlett's face turned red. She forced herself to stop thinking about this.

He reached out to flick her forehead. "Ex-girlfriends? I did date them but they were not my girlfriends."

"Fine." Scarlett secretly made a face. She was not interested in his love stories.

However, when she imagined the scenes where he licked their breasts, she felt uncomfortable.

"Mike, you've slept with so many women and never worn a condom. Did you infect me with any sexual diseases? Although we have divorced, if I get infected, you are responsible for this!"

She was heavily in debt now and spared no money to see a doctor.

Mike's face became gloomy.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"It's not nonsense. I have evidence. The magazines say that you often hold those girls in your arms... Ouch!"

Mike pinched her cheeks to make a funny look so that she could not continue irritating him.

In fact, he wanted to stop her in another way.

"You would rather believe in the paparazzi? Do you think I will sleep with them?"

He hardly talked like this, but he could not stand it anymore.

Then he found that Scarlett could be very annoying.

"I see. You used condoms." She was relieved now.

Mike was enraged with a face like thunder.

"I didn't sleep with them!" He gritted his teeth.

Scarlett was not stupid. She could tell from his face that she had offended Mike. If she went on, he might not let her off.

She nodded quietly. Only then did he get up. He grabbed the fish she roasted and took a bite, looking fierce.

"You said it like you have never had sex before. Yeah, I'll bet!" Scarlett said in a low voice.

On the wedding night, Scarlett could tell that he was experienced in sex. It was the first time she had sex, but he did not care about her feelings.

They did it again and again. She was exhausted while he still wanted to go on.

She believed that he had had sex a lot, so he was good in bed.

Mike heard her whisper, the veins in his temple popping out.

He really wanted to give her a spanking, or sexually teach her a lesson on the grass, but he was happy that she threw off her gentle mask before him.

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They had been on better terms. If he really did either of them to her, their relationship might be damaged.

Therefore, Mike chose to vent his anger in a better way.

"The fish is tasty. Try it."

He suddenly kissed Scarlett, who could sense the smell of fish from his lips, and she felt that a piece of warm fish was sent into her mouth by his flexible tongue.

Then he stood back, as if he just wanted to let her taste the fish.

Scarlett did not know what to do and chewed the fish. Soon she spat it out.

"It's bitter!"

She had known that she should not eat the food given by him. He actually fed her the burnt part!

Scarlett hated bitter food. She stuck out her tongue, grabbed the glass of water he handed over, and drank it.

He looked at her with a smile on his face. She should not anger him.

"How can you feed me such a bitter thing?" Scarlett angrily asked him. The annoying bitterness in her mouth faded away.

"What do you think? Work for me to pay the debt."

Scarlett was stunned.

She didn't understand why he suddenly changed the topic, but the debt was indeed what she was worried about.

"Work for you?"

"It's a simple job. You need to make three meals and a dessert every day. The pay is as good as that of the Michelin star chef in my home. You will get 20,000 per month and bonuses on holidays. If you do a good job, you can get extra money. What do you think?"

Scarlett did the math. She now had 2 million and owed Mike 1 million. If the bar did not make profits, it would take five years to pay it off.

She needed to work for Mike for five years...

Scarlett hesitated. She just divorced him. A scratch on the car might make her stay with him again.

She was originally his wife, but she needed to be a servant now. It seemed that she was making a loss.

She regretted that she had scratched his car.

Knowing her hesitation, he offered more.

"Besides cooking, if you do housework, you will get 40,000 in total. You can pay it off soon."

Mike was good at negotiation. His tone and offer made it irresistible to her.

Scarlett was about to nod, but soon she found something wrong.

"There are so many servants in your house. You don't have to spend so much money hiring me, do you?"

Although she married him after graduation and became a housewife, she knew about the labor market.

He could hire several servants with 40,000, and the Abrahams had had lots of servants.

"I've been thinking about moving out. It's not convenient to bring those people with me. As for you, you have a bad figure, but your cooking skills are passable. And you know what I like very well, right?"

He knew that she had kept the "Things About Mike Abraham".

Eighty percent of the content was wrong!

She thought about his idea in earnest. She needed a job and her ex-husband was her creditor.

She was happy about his offer. It was hard to find a job better than this.

"You are given one day off as paid leave every week. I can consider giving you a set of EF cameras if you do a great job."

"Do I only need to do the laundry and cooking?"

"Or what?" Mike raised his eyebrows and asked.

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