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.

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

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

my ward without my permission and disturbed my rest. Can

"Well..."

to do, the nurse clasped her awkwardly and looked back

nurse and ordered, "You can

a sigh

silence fell in the

a spoonful of soup, and

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

fuck? He really was

straight, grabbed the spoon

"Ahem!"

that, but I also felt that I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth with my hands and ran to the

intense pain in my

that Charles had caught

I still had not stopped coughing. Charles did not let go of me and even gently patted me on the back. With his free hand, he pressed on the call bell and then took a tissue

not let him touch me. I snatched the tissue from him and wiped my own

I'm sorry for making you suffer again," Charles solemnly

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

push him away, but his warm embrace felt like it was the strongest cage in the world. He got

was hard to breathe. But then, I realized that it was not because of his arms but his presence. My heart ached because of him, and I was on the

known I would suffer. Why

things that would

was cruel, and I would

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

I did not move, he took my hand and

of anger burned

to beat him

him

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

like he had promised, he did not get angry and

again if you're still not satisfied." Charles closed his eyes

I raised my hand to slap

at a stalemate, the

up and made a beeline to the

came over and touched my swollen ankle. His mere touch

hurt her

answer and just shot daggers

he cast a

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