It was none other than Bartlett.
Unlike the Bartlett she saw in the morning, who was dressed in a neat suit, the Bartlett in front of her was now shirtless, with just a pair of jeans on.
Ellinor frowned. âMr. Rex, is it customary for you to strip in someone elseâs office?â
Beads of sweat rolled down Bartlettâs muscular shoulders, adding an enticing touch to his already fit physique.
âEllinor, isnât this the outcome you wanted?â He questioned.
Ellinor grimaced. âWhat outcome? I want you to leave, not hang around waiting for me.â
Bartlett smirked. âReally? I thought you wanted me to stay and heat up, so you could enjoy the view.â
Ellinor had seen shameless men, but none quite as presumptuous as this one.
âMr. Rex, are you always so full of yourself?â
Bartlett chuckled nonchalantly. âOf course not! Only when it comes to you, Ellinor. Youâve put me in this state, so youâre responsible for me now.â
Ellinorâs expression hardened. Her amusement was gone.
This was the Blanchet Corporation. Her employees were waiting outside for her, and here was Bartlett, brazenly shirtless.
What a spectacle!
âPut your shirt back on!â She ordered.
Bartlett, knowing this would irk Ellinor, moved a step closer. âNo, Iâm too hot! Ellinor, how can you make me wear a shirt in this heat? Are you trying to kill me?â
âIf youâre really that hot, put on your shirt and leave! Itâs cooler outside! If you really refuse to wear your shirt, feel free to strut out shirtless. But you canât be here and stand in front of me, half-naked!â
Bartlett smirked. âWhy canât I be in front of you like this? Afraid you canât resist?!
Ellinor twitched her mouth in annoyance. âHave you no shame?â
Bartlett laughed lightly. âEllinor, weâve known each other for so long, yet you still donât understand me?
If I had any shame, I wouldnât be chasing after you. I miss you every second weâre apart, to the point where I canât sleep. Iâve tried staying away from you, but I couldnât even last until this morning before calling you. And now, youâre torturing me in this heat?â
Ellinor frowned. âMr. Rex, I canât control what you think of me. But you should have some principles. Iâm a married woman with children. Your behavior is inappropriate!â
Bartlett held her in his arms. âI donât care! I donât care what people say about me. I only want you! I want to have you as my own! Iâm willing to try anything to make you mine!â
Ellinor, finally having had enough, kicked him in his special place. âIâm sorry, I couldnât hold back any longer! I shouldnât resort to violence against a business partner, but today you crossed the line, Mr.
Rex. I advise you not to say such things, especially in front of me. Otherwise, Iâll hit you each time you do.â
Bartlett held his groin in pain and grunted. Weirdly, he then burst out laughing. âEllinor, I think Iâm falling for you more and more. What should I do?â
Ellinor shivered. âMr. Rex, do you have a masochistic tendency?â
Bartlett straightened up and pulled on his shirt. âNot with others, just with you. The more you reject me, the more exciting I find it.â
Ellinor pulled a face. âThen you do have a serious problem. You should see a psychiatrist. I canât cure you.â
âNo! You can cure me. You are my remedy!â He insisted.