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

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

permission and disturbed my rest. Can you please kick him

"Well..."

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

the nurse and ordered, "You can leave

nurse breathed a sigh of

the ward the

on the edge of my bed, scooped a spoonful of soup,

want me to feed you," he said

fuck? He really

grabbed the spoon

"Ahem!"

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

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

out that Charles had caught

did not let go of me and even gently patted me on the back. With his free hand, he pressed

I snatched the tissue

making you suffer again,"

the pain in my ankle was

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

not because of his arms but his presence. My heart ached because of

would suffer. Why

things that

was cruel, and I would never understand

you beat me up? Do anything to me—punch me, kick me, slap me. You can do anything to me as long as it makes

I did not move, he took my

of anger burned my reason to

him up. I would do what

him across the

face tilted sideways due to the

had promised, he

not satisfied." Charles closed his eyes and

hand to slap him again, but I could not bring myself to do

we were at a stalemate, the doctor came in

the doctor. "Doctor, my wife sprained her ankle. Please help

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

patient hurt her ankle

not answer and just shot daggers at

noticed my gaze, and he cast a reproachful glance

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