Bye, My Irresistible Love

Caroline‘s POV 

Seven days later, I recovered well. I packed up my things and was ready to leave the hospital

I was about to get out of bed when Charles suddenly walked up to me and said, “Don‘t move. Let me help you.” 

When I saw his outstretched hands, I leaned away and glared at him. “No, thank you, I can get out of bed by myself.” 

Ignoring my refusal, Charles bent over and carried me out En route, Charles slightly loosened his grip on me. Afraid that I would fall, I surged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Charles looked down at me and I hid my face in his chest because I didn‘t want him or anyone to see that I was blushing. However, the staff of the hospital came to bid me farewell. As soon as we stepped out of the ward, we were surrounded by the doctors and nurses of the hospital. They held out flowers to me and called out their best wishes for us, “Congratulations, Mr. Moore and Mrs. Moore, May you two live together till you‘re old and grey.” 

“Make sure you rest and don‘t stress yourself at all, either physically or emotionally. That means that you shouldn‘t do anything that will make you tired or upset. And if anything happens, contact me as soon as you possibly can,” the doctor who carried out the C–section on me explained kindly. 

“I will adhere to all your instructions, doctor. Thank you all so much for taking great care of me,” I replied politely Charles nodded to everyone and left with me in his arms.

When we walked out of the elevator, I saw Nevaeh

Some days ago, Nevaeh had tried to enter my ward but was stopped by my bodyguards. But I knew for a fact that she was not going to stop trying until she found a way to see me. Bandages covered most of her body, at least the parts of her I could see since she was in a wheelchair. The last thing I wanted to do was be nice to a woman that seduced my husband, so I turned my face away from her. The only acknowledgement Charles gave her was an indifferent glance over his shoulder as he began to walk out with me in his arms.

 “Charles, I‘m here to thank you for leaving Caroline behind that night to see me,” Nevaeh shouted. Inhaling sharply, I tightened my grip on Charles‘ neck. For a second, Charles stopped walking as he froze, his hands on my body tightening,

Neither of them spoke another word. It was over. I had lost.

It wasn‘t that I was lost to Nevaeh. I was actually defeated by the fact that there would always be countless women around Charles

grew. As soon as possible, I was going to get a divorce

other women because it would have nothing to do with me.

the door gently He didn‘t say a word from the moment the car pulled away from the hospital gates till the car stopped

the entire drive. But when we finally reached the Moore mansion, I couldn‘t help but voice an important question, “When shall we go through

from now,” Charles muttered in a bland tone, his gaze trailed outside the window.  It was a little longer than I expected, but it didn‘t

able to leave here and get

He opened the door on my side

I can walk” i dodged his hand and

go back to your room.” Then Charles carried me out of the car. The elders were

carried me to the bedroom upstairs, The boys leaned against the bed, their awestruck gazes focused on their baby sister.

forward to meeting her for a long time and were reluctant to leave after finally meeting her. A laugh escaped me

down at their sister wide eyed, and she, blinking her eyes up a them. The phone rang and Charles stepped away to answer his call. When his call was over, he returned to the bedside and turned

careful. Don‘t hurt your sister accidentally, okay?” Even though they nodded vigorously to show they understood their father‘s words, their unblinking

replied with a

you love more,

kind of love,” Charles looked up at me and

to have a rest.”

back to them. Charles

Charles walked back to the bed and picked our daughter

out for a while so you can rest. I‘ll bring her back

of replying, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Charles then left the room quietly with our daughter in his arms. After some deliberation, I decided to name her Jessica. When she was one–month old, we held a grand party for Jessica and introduced her to all our relatives and friends. The table in the banquet hall was full of gifts. Tracy and Janet came in with a small box in their hands. They walked into the room

box. There was also a note at the bottom. On the note was Nevaeh‘s signature. A cold fury swept through me,

I ordered brusquely as