Bye, My Irresistible Love

Nevaeh‘s POV: 

After dinner, a bodyguard came to pick up Caroline.

"We are the only ones left in the house.Now you can tell me what you want."

Charles‘ tone was indifferent when he spoke to me.

Silently, I rolled up my sleeves, revealing the hideous scars and bruises.

"Except for my arms, I have more scars like this all over my body."

My voice wavered, revealing my fear.

"My husband runs a nightclub and he is very violent.Each time something makes him unhappy, he makes himself feel better by turning me into a punching bag.About a month ago, he became addicted to gambling and lost a lot of money.To make some of the money he lost back, he asked me to do a striptease for his guests and I refused, so he beat me up.I ended up being hospitalized due to the severe injuries I suffered."

With a cry, I threw myself at Charles.

"You have to help me Charles.It was very difficult for me to escape him and I know I won‘t make it out alive if he ever finds me.I can‘t go back to that living hell.Please say you will help me."

Almost immediately, Charles pushed me away from him none too gently.

"You can stay in Los Angeles for now.I‘ll see what I can do about this." His reply was gruff.

"Thank you, Charles."

I beamed at him, relief swamping me.

When Charles turned away from me, I couldn‘t help laughing quietly.

I wasn‘t even bothered that Charles wasn‘t very receptive of me right now.

It would all change soon because I knew for a fact that sympathy was the beginning of love.

Caroline‘s POV 

When I got home, I was completely distracted.

The only thing I could concentrate on was the scene I witnessed as the driver drove me home.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Charles and Nevaeh standing together and that image had been embedded in my mind ever since.

Each time I was reminded of it, I couldn‘t help but feel jealous.

What did Nevaeh say to Charles? What was so important that I had to be absent before she could tell him? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I couldn‘t help flinging the throw pillow away.

"Why are you so angry? Are you jealous?"

Charles walked in at this exact moment and caught the pillow in his hand.

With a smirk, he grabbed my shoulders and pressed me against the sofa before I could escape his hold.

His smirk widened into a pleased smile when I finally stopped struggling Frowning, I turned my face away from him and refused to say anything.

He smiled indulgently and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Are you really angry?"

with her? Why did it take so

driver to take her back to the hotel." His answer failed to satisfy me and I pushed him

her to the

is not

is

a verbal reply from him, just a long stare and

anger began to wilt beneath his affectionate eyes, I turned my face away

my lips and

smile was kissed away by his

into Charles‘ kiss and it would be a very long

what did she tell you?" I asked when I could think agair

something but it is not important.Don‘t

asked, "Moving on to

explained hesitantly,

"Fine."

my fumbled explanation with a

stood up

with a bottle of

it, so I took a detour to bring it

nodded happily and turned to

few glasses of wine and the world began to grow

Charles pressed

"Caroline."

"What?"

kissed me again and I was able to taste the

I swallowed the last of

reason, I began shedding tears.He

haven‘t said that

words were repeated a couple of times

appear that Charles was equally

"Charles…"

in a jumble and the ability to

of his breath. His breath was so heavy.He looked as

long after, my brain began to

let go of my mouth and

his touch invoked that I couldn‘t determine if this

"Do you love me?"

he took off all

you, Charles." I touched his face and said, "I fell in

in his gaze, I nearly

of a sudden, Charles crushed me to

gave the impression that he

you love? Charles from seven years ago or

him

always been in love with him, that was the one thing that

if it was in the past, right now or in

always would, regardless of what version of him

I was jealous of myself,

so ridiculous that I burst out

now, I am different from the man I

man actually be jealous of himself? The thought amused

was seven years ago or now.You are still the same domineering, strong and unreasonable man and I suspect you

he suddenly bent over me and kissed

and rasped, "The year we separated is my greatest