Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney! Chapter 42: Want to Teach Her a Lesson

Elias Spencer turned his head, looking at her with deep eyes, and said, "Regardless, you are my partner. If sothing happens again, it will affect the reputation of my law firm."

"..." Sumr Nolan laughed, nodding her head. So he saved just because he was worried about the firm’s reputation.

Ding——

The elevator door opened, and as he was about to take her hand to go in, Sumr Nolan moved her hand away. Fighting the heat and dizziness, she steadied her steps and walked in herself,

"I can handle it myself, you can go."

As the elevator door was about to close, Elias Spencer held it open and stepped inside with heavy steps.

"Why are you coming in? I said I don’t need you. What if your current girlfriend sees and gets jealous?" she laughed lightly.

He pressed the button for the first floor but didn’t answer her.

After booking a room at the first-floor service desk, Elias Spencer safely escorted her to the guest room.

Sumr Nolan leaned weakly against the cold wall, looking at the man in the room, pretending to be nonchalant as she tried to send him away again:

"Aren’t you leaving?"

"What, in a hurry to find a gigolo?" He asked, his cold eyes fixed on her, one hand in his pocket.

"Yeah, if you don’t leave, how can I call soone over?" she laughed.

Hearing her words, Elias Spencer’s expression darkened involuntarily. He abruptly approached her, gripping her cheeks with the crook of his thumb and forefinger, "Since Attorney Nolan is so casual, what does it matter who you sleep with?"

"Ha, you’re wrong. I may sleep with anyone, but never you again..."

Just as Sumr Nolan finished speaking, Elias Spencer yanked her closer, crushing his lips against hers.

His kiss was fierce and wild as if he was releasing all his anger.

"Mm... Go find your assistant..." Sumr Nolan was kissed breathless, angry, and a piercing pain rose uncontrollably in her chest.

Didn’t he already have Iris Lynn?

What does forcibly kissing her an?

Infuriated, she pounded his arms with all her strength.

But his arms were as hard as steel, tightly wrapping around her, leaving her immobile.

His kiss gradually slowed, hot and lingering, as he pulled down her dress zipper, which smoothly slid off her. He deftly unhooked her bra—

His large hands road her body without obstruction, igniting flas wherever they touched.

Sumr Nolan was teased until her whole body felt limp and tingly, and the dication made her head even dizzier.

Gradually she forgot to resist—

Her body grew uncomfortably warr, and suddenly she wrapped one hand around his neck and started unbuttoning his white shirt with the other.

The two stumbled as they kissed, walking towards the bathroom, and as they reached the door, Sumr Nolan’s head bumped painfully, restoring a bit of her muddled consciousness.

She looked at the man kissing her and suddenly pushed him away, blocking her front with one hand and staggering back a few steps, "I’m going to take a cold shower—"

She said coldly before entering the bathroom and closing the door.

She couldn’t bring herself to share a bed with him again; all she could think about was him and the assistant fooling around.

Elias Spencer watched her, his mood uncontrollably worsening. Her words just now were deeply etched in his heart...

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, biting it in his mouth as he lit it and walked to the balcony of the guest room, exhaling a thick plu of smoke while looking at the darkening sky outside.

His eyes beneath the glasses, deep and profound.

Did she really go ho with that man that night?

She’d rather sleep with a gigolo than have anything with him?

He gritted his teeth secretly.

Over three hours later.

Elias Spencer, who had dozed off in a single sofa, noticed she still hadn’t co out. He glanced at the ti on his wrist and imdiately got up to knock on the door, his cold tone carrying a hint of concern:

"How are you?"

There was no response for a long ti.

"Sumr Nolan?" He called again in a deeper voice.

No response, he imdiately pushed the door open, walked to the bathtub, and saw her lying inside, sleeping drowsily, her enticing figure fully visible through the clear water.

His throat involuntarily tightened, his gaze moved away from her figure, and he first released the cold water in the bathtub.

He then used a bath towel to wipe the water off her body before carrying her to the bed—

The next morning.

The thick curtains in the guest room were still drawn, letting in blinding sunlight through the gaps.

Sumr Nolan groaned softly, waking up on the soft big bed. She turned her head, her gaze falling on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Why is he still here?

Elias Spencer’s long legs were casually crossed, leaning against the single sofa, not yet awake. His white shirt had three buttons undone, revealing his white and firm chest, stunningly handso, exuding a lazy but abstinent allure.

Sumr Nolan frowned, despising herself, and withdrew her gaze as she sat up from the bed, slipping her fingers into her disheveled hair, puzzled, "How did I sleep on the bed last night?"

"Why do I have no mory of it?"

"Could it be that he carried to bed? Didn’t that an he saw everything?" She pulled the thin quilt aside, glanced at her body — stark naked, not a single cover-up!

Frowning, she picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at him.

"Pa—"

The pillow landed accurately on Elias Spencer’s chest. He woke with a start, sat up straight, pulling at his sore neck, feeling a little dizzy...

The air conditioning in the guest room was very cold, and last night he hadn’t covered himself.

He tossed the pillow on his chest onto the bed and drew open the curtain, his voice slightly hoarse as he called to her, "Get up quickly, what ti is it?"

"You’re one to talk, sleeping till now. Wait, did you carry to bed last night?" Sumr Nolan asked coldly.

"Yeah." Elias Spencer replied.

"Then you saw everything?" She frowned tightly and asked again.

"How else could I carry you over?" he retorted.

They had broken up, and shouldn’t she have her privacy? The thought of herself, muddled and stark naked, laid bare in front of him made her both shy and furious—

Last night, he even dared to kiss her forcefully, taking advantage.

Sumr Nolan wrapped herself in the thin quilt, stood up, and lunged in front of him. With one hand holding the quilt, she aid a slap at his handso face with her other hand, thinking she was standing on the bed and taller than him, she was sure to hit him this ti!

But before she reached his face, her wrist was suddenly caught by him!

"Let go..." she gritted her teeth, struggling to free her hand.

"Such a weakling, yet so combative." Elias Spencer looked at her ’fierce’ deanor, like a little puppy baring its teeth.

She thought she was fierce and strong, but actually, she was quite pathetic.

Upon hearing him call her pathetic, Sumr Nolan reflexively swung her other hand at him again... However, the mont she let go, the quilt around her suddenly fell off!

Elias Spencer’s eyes landed right on her chest, the sight magnified and clear... stunned, his throat tightened uncontrollably.

His body began acting independently of his mind again.

"Attorney Nolan, are you seducing on purpose?" he asked, looking at her.