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.

I have been trying to stop him, but he won't listen.You know how he is.He's as stubborn as a mule.He won't listen to either of

"Take me to him."

and I were only halfway to the door

the one to talk to

to

not even get him to take

"But Scarlett..."

was already walking back to

he gave up and

Charles's POV: 

and told me that she was going to file for

upset that I was able to power through my fever and dragged myself to the

my relief, Spencer and David were

shots without blinking, and as soon as I started slurring my words, Spencer and David stopped the drinks

from drowning my

they decided to

not well.You

over to me, sat down beside me,

back on the sofa, shut my eyes, and pinched the bridge of

all right? We'll just step outside for a bit.Don't worry.We won't come in

Spencer's words implied something.

really think that I would have sex with Rita in such a dirty private room in

quickly that he grabbed

I started yelling.

Stay here,

to give you and Rita some

grinned cheekily at

to punch him in the

flashed him

his throat bobbed, and he let go of David's

settled back on his

"Fine."

glass, filled it with wine,

"Slow down."

and David winced as I

their eyes to

attempted to take away my glass again, but this time, I was able

"Please, Charles.Enough already."

reached out for my

over and over even if

to

was not in the

the floor, and it rolled

you done?"

I glared at him.

it's time to go home.Come

heaved a sigh of relief and held my

I shook off her

feet and

of our private

and laughing with a

recognized the man she

Mr.Walker who had

Scarlett looked gorgeous today.

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

to be enjoying

she was laughing at something that

heart cracked

made me want

Scarlett's POV: 

"Scarlett!"

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