Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 20: Drinking 

Scarlett's POV: 

Mr.Walker's driver took me to a high-end bar not far from the cafe.

He ushered me inside and led the way to a long corridor of lush private rooms.

Before long, he stopped in front of one and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A deep, attractive male voice called from the inside.

The driver opened the door and gestured to me to go in.

I nodded at him and walked into the private room.

The room was dimly lit, but it exuded a cozy ambiance.

It was also fair in size.

Most of the space was taken up by large, nicely upholstered seats and a small table.

Mr.Walker was sitting on the sofa and swirling the contents of his glass.

The rust-colored liquid, which I assumed was whiskey, glinted in the light.

"Have a seat, please."

I saw a flash of amazement in his eyes the moment he looked at me.

He gestured me to take the sofa opposite him.

"Thank you." 

I sat down.

Then, he said bluntly, "One million dollars a year plus birthday and holiday gifts."

He spoke as if he was pitching a business proposal.

My go-to reaction was a tentative chuckle.

"You'll have to explain what's happening here, Mr.Walker.I'm not sure I understand,"I said directly.

"I watch your show.You look pure."

He looked at me up and down.

"But I don't believe anything I see on a screen.Not right away at least.I had to see it in person first.Many stars look pure through a TV set but not all of them really are."

I was starting to get a sense of what he wanted to happen, and I immediately thought of stopping it before it turned into something that could not be undone.

After a few moments, Mr.Walker began to hesitate.

He looked at me with scrutinizing eyes as if he was trying to read my every move.

When he was about to speak again, we heard a big commotion outside.

Someone was trying to enter our private room.

The driver outside tried to stop that person.

But obviously, he did not succeed.

The door swung open violently, and Spencer, who was a little out of breath, rushed over to me.

"Scarlett, you've got to come with me.You've got to stop Charles.He's drinking himself to death right now.”

"What? Where?" I jumped up from the sofa.

have been trying to stop him, but he won't listen.You know how he is.He's as

"Take me to him."

halfway to

be the one to talk to

to

not even get him to take some

"But Scarlett..."

I was already

ignored him until he gave up and

Charles's POV: 

me and told me that she was going to file for divorce even without

got so upset that I was able to power through my fever and

Spencer and David were

as I started slurring my words, Spencer and

stop me from drowning my

decided to call

up.You're not well.You can't drink

me, sat down beside me,

sofa, shut my eyes,

we'll leave him to you, all right? We'll just step outside for a bit.Don't worry.We won't come in unless you

Spencer's words implied something.

I would have sex with Rita in such a dirty private room in a bar? I shot Spencer a

he grabbed David's arm

I started yelling.

here, both

to give you and Rita

grinned cheekily at

wanted to punch him in the

flashed him a

and he let go of

settled back on

"Fine."

a new glass, filled it with wine, and started drinking

"Slow down."

winced as I downed the contents of

their eyes to

to take away my glass again,

"Please, Charles.Enough already."

reached out for

over and over

to get extremely

was not in the mood to drink

tossed my empty glass to the floor, and it rolled on

you done?"

I glared at him.

it's time to go home.Come

sigh of relief and

shook off

to my feet and went straight

out of our private

I saw Scarlett talking and laughing with a

instantly recognized the man

who had asked her out

Scarlett looked gorgeous today.

blue dress, and per usual, she carried herself with dignity and

be enjoying

she was laughing at something that he

heart cracked and rage seethed out of

dressing up for another man made

Scarlett's POV: 

"Scarlett!"

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