Scarlett's POV:

I felt better than last night when I awoke in the morning.

I was a little hungry, so I decided to call Tracy to bring me breakfast. But before I could reach for my phone, Charles pushed the door open, a delicious food box in his hand.

He walked toward me and put the box on the Small table by the bed.

"It's time for breakfast."

But I did not want to talk to him, and I refused to eat whatever he had brought me.

Despite the look of derision on my face, Charles did not seem to be discouraged. He took out the food from the box one by one, unperturbed. Now, I could see that he had brought fried eggs, bacon, sandwiches, and even a bowl of corn soup.

The familiar fragrance greeted me in an instant.

"Mom made it for you. Try have some," Charles urged, looking a little uneasy.

I knew what the look on his face meant. He was lying. The truth was, his mother, Alice, could not cook.

It must be him who had prepared the food.

But so what?

I had changed. I would no longer be touched just because he had made me breakfast.

Although the table in front of me was full of my favorite dishes, I remained unmoved. To spite Charles, I picked up the milk the hospital had provided and drank it.

He frowned and moved the breakfast closer to me.

"Eat the food I've brought. Hospital food is not as nutritious as you think it is."

I looked up at him and snorted. "Who are you? Didn't you say I'm filthy? You should stay away from me then, or else you'll get yourself dirty."

Charles stiffened and looked at me with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Jerry and Jason are waiting for you at home. Are you sure you want to continue talking to me like this?"

A sneer tugged at my mouth upon hearing this. How dare this bastard threaten me with my own children?

I looked into his eyes unyieldingly, but his face showed that he would not make a compromise. For a moment, we stared into each other's eyes. Neither of us seemed willing to concede. But in the end, I lost.

I hated his overbearingness. Exasperated, I put down the milk and leaned against the pillow sulkily.

"Are you implying that I should feed you???" Charles asked with a cunning look on his face.

only looked at him in response. Then, I pressed the call bell, and a young nurse came running to

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

broke into my ward without my permission and

"Well..."

her awkwardly and

looked at the nurse and

sigh of

fell in the

of my bed, scooped a

you really want me to feed you," he said with

He really

sat up straight, grabbed the spoon from his

"Ahem!"

that, but I also felt that

a sharp, intense pain in my ankle. I lost my balance

hard ground, I fell onto something warm. It turned out that Charles had caught me

moment, I still had not stopped coughing. Charles did not let go of me and even gently patted me on the back.

I snatched the

sorry for making you suffer again," Charles

thought that the pain in my ankle was

warm embrace felt like it was the strongest cage in

realized that it was not because of his

had known I would suffer. Why did he

do the things that would hurt

cruel, and I would never understand

me, slap me. You can do anything to me as long as it

over Charles's face. Seeing that I did not

burned my

to beat him

him across the

holding my hand anymore. His face tilted sideways due to the impact, and a red

But just like he had promised, he did not get angry and instead

slap me again if you're still not satisfied." Charles closed his eyes and moved his face closer to

teeth in anger. I raised my hand to slap him again, but I

we were at a stalemate, the doctor came in to examine

a beeline to the doctor. "Doctor, my wife sprained her ankle. Please

came over and touched my swollen ankle. His mere touch

patient hurt her

did not answer and just shot daggers

noticed my gaze, and he cast a reproachful glance

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255