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.

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

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

my ward without my permission and disturbed my rest. Can you please

"Well..."

knowing what to do, the nurse clasped her awkwardly and looked back and forth between Charles and

the nurse and ordered,

breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay,

silence fell in the

scooped a spoonful

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

fuck? He

grabbed the spoon from his

"Ahem!"

fast that I choked on it. Not only that, but I also felt that I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth with my hands and ran to

stood up, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my ankle.

out that Charles had caught me just in time.

let go of me and even gently patted me on

I would not let him touch me. I snatched the

making you suffer again," Charles solemnly

be perfectly honest, I thought that the pain in my ankle was making me hear

away, but his warm embrace felt like it was the strongest cage in the world. He got me trapped in his arms,

not because of his arms but his presence. My heart

had known I would suffer. Why did

the things that would hurt

man was cruel, and I would never

me, slap me.

that I did not move, he took

of anger burned my reason to

Charles had asked me to beat him up. I would do

him

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

a second. But just like he had promised, he did not get

you're still not

hand to slap him again, but

a stalemate, the doctor

and made a beeline to the

doctor came over and touched my swollen ankle. His mere touch hurt so much

the patient hurt her

not answer and just shot

he cast a reproachful

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