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

possible, I was going to get a divorce from Charles and put an

women because it would have nothing to do with me. However, hot tears

seat belt for me and closed the door gently He didn‘t say a word from the moment the car pulled away from the

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

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

from now, I would be able to leave here and get rid of

He opened the door on my side and bent over to carry

his hand and tried to walk on

windy outside. You can take a walk after you go back to your room.” Then Charles carried me out of the car. The

The boys leaned against the bed, their awestruck gazes focused on their baby sister.

had been looking forward to meeting her for a long time and were reluctant to leave after finally meeting her. A laugh escaped me when I saw

 The three boys were gazing down at their sister wide eyed, and she, blinking her eyes up a them. The phone rang and Charles stepped away to

they understood their father‘s words, their unblinking eyes were on their sister the entire time. James

Charles replied with

do you love more, my sister

Charles looked up at me and replied patiently. “Different? Why is

tired and want to have a

in and lay down with my back to them. Charles lowered his voice and said, “You should go out first. Your Mommy needs

to the bed and picked our

a while so you can rest.

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 excitedly and said, “Mrs. Moore, this gift is so exquisite and beautiful. It must look very beautiful

a note at the bottom. On the note was Nevaeh‘s signature. A cold

and Jessica,” I ordered brusquely as I dumped the necklace