Love You, Spoil You
Chapter 33 What Is On Your Neck

Realizing that she was still expecting Oliver to be jealous, Charlotte felt it was extremely ironic.

She couldn't avoid David's consideration any more.

She didn't refuse David's help, but also warmly picked up food for him. She approached David vaguely, making the two look more intimate.

In this way, Charlotte wouldn't be irritated by Monica's feeding to Oliver and distracted. She didn't want to think about those unrealistic things. "Look, they two look more like a couple than us." Monica's eyes were full of contempt, but her words sound envious.

"So we have to work harder!" Then Monica picked up a piece of meat and put it to Oliver's mouth.

Being pushed away by Oliver silently, Monica felt embarrassed and had to eat by herself. She didn't forget to mediate for herself with mouth.

"I think you two are a perfect match. If you succeed, don't forget to invite me, the matchmaker, to drink!"

During the lunch, only Monica kept talking.

Everyone had their own thoughts during the meal.

"Get in the car with me." Seeing that Charlotte was going back to the company, Oliver ordered coldly.

"I still have work to do." Charlotte said in a colder tone.

Oliver, who was rejected, became more and more angry. He directly pulled Charlotte into the car that had been waiting by the side of the road.

He closed the door and left Monica and David, who were still in a daze.

"Oliver! Oliver, where are you going?"

"

When she came to her senses, the car had gone far. Monica cried anxiously, floating in the air with the wind.

Seeing the car speeding away, Monica could only stamp her feet angrily and scold Charlotte thousands of times in her heart.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte, who was dragged into the car by force, stared at Oliver discontentedly.

"If you don't mind what I'm going to do to you now, just stay here." Oliver warned coldly and closed his eyes for rest.

Knowing that Oliver would definitely do what he said, she could only sit quietly in her seat and try not to make any noise to annoy the people beside her. However, the grievance in her heart was slowly accumulating.

The car went straight home. Before Charlotte could say anything, Oliver directly carried her back to the bedroom.

"Let go of me! What are you doing?" The instinct of her body seemed to have guessed something and began to struggle desperately.

Charlotte's struggle completely destroyed Oliver's reason.

Before they entered the bedroom, he began to tear Charlotte apart.

"Let go of me! Oliver! Are you crazy?" Frightened by Oliver's rude behavior and the fury in his eyes, Charlotte's voice began to tremble slightly.

As if Oliver hadn't heard what she said, he dragged her directly into the bedroom, ignoring the struggle of Charlotte rudely.

At the beginning, Charlotte was still struggling, but the more she struggled, the harder she was held by his hand.

In the end, Charlotte almost gave up struggling. The grievance in the car just now also came to her mind. Mixed with sobs and trivial sounds, it was hard to tell whether it was pain or enjoyment. "What? Stop struggling?" Oliver didn't like Charlotte's compromise. He couldn't help provoking her with words.

"This is your punishment. I want you to remember that you are not allowed to have any contact with David in the future, or I will fire him."

He resentfully expressed his dissatisfaction of his heart. Thinking of the interaction between the two just now, he couldn't help but increase his strength.

Charlotte sneered.

"Then I'll meet him somewhere you can't see." Charlotte said angrily.

Oliver squinted at the stubborn and arrogant little pet in front of him, with a dangerous smile on his face.

"In that case, I'll let you remember it with your body."

When Oliver was done, the sky outside the window began to darken. The street lights were on, and the setting sun was still emitting a faint light, illuminating the whole ground.

Monica couldn't replace Oliver anywhere, so she had to wait in the office. But when the employee got off work, she didn't see the two come back. When she returned home indignantly, she saw the two sitting in the living room for dinner.

She lost control of her emotions and wanted to rush up and beat the bitch Charlotte hard. She rushed over angrily. When she saw Oliver's cold face, she immediately sensed the cold atmosphere in the air.

She tried to control her emotions.

"Oliver, why didn't you tell me that you were all home! I've been waiting for you in the company. "Ignoring Charlotte, Monica acted like a spoiled child in front of Oliver.

"Go to bed early after dinner." Oliver didn't comfort her but went upstairs and left a sentence.

Charlotte was left to receive the hostile gaze of Monica.

"What's on your neck?" Monica found something and scolded Charlotte loudly right away. There were red marks on her neck! It was a hickey!

"What?" Subconsciously, Charlotte touched her neck, where there was still a slight pain. This was...

Looking up at Monica's angry eyes, Charlotte also put down the tableware in her hand and was about to go back to her room.

"Stop!" Monica stopped her. She wouldn't let Charlotte leave so easily.

"I'm full." Charlotte pulled up her clothes and wanted to cover the marks on her neck, but she didn't expect that her sleeves slipped down and the marks on her arms were exposed in the air.

"You! Are you seducing Oliver again this afternoon? " Monica threw the things directly, stood up and approached Charlotte, her eyes full of anger.

"No, I didn't." Charlotte denied immediately. Before Monica got close to her, she turned around and went upstairs, escaping from the place.

Looking at the empty dining room, Monica threw all the things on the table to the ground to vent her dissatisfaction. 'This little bitch was getting more and more excessive.' She couldn't indulge her anymore. She was not in the mood to eat any more. When she was about to go back to her room, she heard two servants whispering gossip at the corner.

"Did you hear that? Miss. Monica was so angry just now.

One of the servants was washing the tableware that had just been thrown to the ground by Monica.

"Yes, if she knows that the two of them came back at noon and stayed in the room for the whole afternoon, she might make a scene!"

Another servant was wiping the tableware with a clean cloth and putting them in order.

"Well, girls nowadays don't have

self-respect at all. Look at what

Miss. Charlotte looked like when she was brought back." The servant's tone was somewhat sympathetic. After all, seeing such a good-looking person being locked in the room all day long, normal people should not be able to bear it.

Monica didn't listen to the rest but rushed back to her room in a hurry.

Things couldn't go on like this. She had to replace a confidant who could stand by her side. She must have a pair of eyes and ears to report the latest news of the family to her at any time. While she was thinking, the servant who brought her juice knocked on the door and came in.

"Miss. Monica, this is the fresh juice you want." The servant put down the things and was about to leave, but was left by Monica.

"Close the door. I have something to tell you." Monica took up juice and took a sip, then ordered thoughtfully.

The servant hesitated for a moment

and went to close the door

obediently. Everyone knew that Monica had a bad temper, no one dared to get close to her. It seemed that no matter whether they did something wrong or not, she would beat and scold the servant as long as she was in a bad mood.

She was wondering if she had done something wrong, or if she had accidentally bumped into the muzzle of the gun, and the door was closed much slower, "Hurry up." Monica urged impatiently. The servant was so frightened that she quickly turned around and ran back.

"Miss. Monica, what can I do for you?" The servant was in a high concentration and her hands were all wet with sweat.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to tell you something." Monica leaned against the bed and made a comfortable posture, like a queen.

"Go ahead." The servant seemed to be obedient, but she refused in her heart. She was a servant of Shen family, and it was very difficult to serve such a difficult master for no reason.

"I hope you can take care of me exclusively from now on." Although Monica didn't lose her temper, the servant in front of her was frightened to take a few steps back by her words.

"I... Well... I'm afraid I can't do it... Miss. Monica, please replace someone else... "The servant stammered and refused, and kept stepping back. If Monica got angry with no reason, it was not too late for her to run.

"Don't be afraid. I didn't ask you to do any physical work. It must be easy, and I will pay you a lot of money."

Monica took out a stack of money from her wallet and handed it to the servant.

"What I ask you to do is very simple, just two points." Monica noticed that the servant looked at her twice but didn't take the money.

"First, you have to keep it a secret." Monica stood up and approached the servant. She took the servant's hand and put the money in it.

"All I need you to do is to keep an eye on this family and report to me at any time." She tore a piece of paper from the note on the table and wrote down her phone number.

"As long as something like this afternoon will happen in the future... Call me at any time. " Monica gave her phone number to her and continued.

"As long as you can tell me what I want to know in time, I won't treat you unfairly in terms of reward."