Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV:

“Do something about what?” Charles asked casually, grabbed a magazine, and started flipping through it. I snatched the magazine from his hand and said, “The entire world doesn’t need to know about our marriage.”

“Well, you heard my assistant. The entire world already does. What do you expect me to do about it?” Charles dipped his chin and eyed me carefully as if he was seriously considering what I wanted to happen.

Feeling that there was still a chance to ameliorate the situation, I set down the magazine and started strategizing with him. “Now is a good time to issue an official statement. Netizens don’t know what to believe right now because you haven’t confirmed or denied anything about our relationship. Once you speak up, everything will be okay.”

“But I don’t want to lie about us.” Charles furrowed his brows and looked very upset.

“Fine. Then I’ll issue a statement. That way, you won’t be the one lying,” I compromised again. I could not believe the stream of excuses he had flowing. “You’re so smart, honey.” With a faint smile on his face, Charles said, “Go do whatever you want.”

I blinked at him twice. I did not expect that he would just agree to my suggestion without a fight. “If you want, I’ll call someone right now to help you write an official statement,”

he added and then continued, “I mean, we don’t want to worsen the situation with a badly written press release, do we?”

I froze and then darted my eyes to my phone. I took a moment to consider what he just said. Charles did make a lot of sense. A clumsy denial might result in self exposure. If I failed to explain everything clearly, the netizens would probably even doubt me for trying to hide something, and all my efforts would be in vain.

“What? Do you want to make the phone call?” Charles cast a cold glance at me.

I pursed my lips and put down my phone. “I want to rethink releasing an official statement.”

What if I just left it? Was it really such a bad idea that everyone knew about me and Charles now? I decided to forget about it and drop the idea of making a statement.

“Very well. Like I said, you can do whatever you want,” Charles beamed and pointed at the gift boxes. “Open them.”

“No. I don’t want to accept those gifts. It’s not appropriate for me to open them.” I folded my arms over my chest.

The gifts were for Mrs. Moore. If I accepted them, then that would mean I was admitting to being Charles’s legal wife.

“Well, they’re yours anyway. Just open one, will you?” Charles said to me lazily.

just badger me until I gave

came from a place of sincerity. They were not only in delicate boxes but also wrapped in shiny, expensive-looking wrapping paper that exuded a signature fragrance.

and crossed his legs. “Get them yourself,” I replied and rolled

my hand hurts,” Charles pouted and

legs are functional, aren’t they?” He was really starting to piss me off

me alone so I can curl up in my bed and die,” Charles murmured to himself, implicating that I was cold, heartless, and without a

to be irked or amused. In the end, I just shook my head, picked up the rings, and brought

you go. Stop

on me,”

Charles. Don’t push it,”

it. Like I said, my hand hurts. I’m really feeling useless right now, okay? I don’t appreciate your being snippy toward me. You should be kind to injured people,” Charles began

the bigger ring. “Give me your hand.I had to admit that Charles’s hands were the best-looking hands I had ever seen in my life. They were always clean and supple, and his

curled my lips and murmured,

did not respond. Instead, he picked up the other ring and

a suspicious look. What

you,” Charles

me. He put the ring back into the box and darted his eyes straight at

again.” Not wanting to engage in yet another pointless argument, I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some

after cleaning up, I went to the guest room, got ready for

up in the morning, the first thing I saw was the other half of the couple rings on my finger. The second thing I saw was Charles’s sleeping face right next to my head. I rubbed my eyes and thought hard about whether or not I forgot to lock my door before I fell

closed, Charles grabbed my hand, pinned it down, and said,

really late again last night and somehow staggered into my room and passed out beside me. I could not help staring

were so long and upturned. I brushed my thumb over his cheek and gave it a little pinch, which strangely felt

back to sleep, we can

Charles opened his eyes and wrapped his arms

startled that I withdrew my hand immediately. “Were you awake

asked in a hoarse voice that tripped all the alarms in

of bed. “I’ll go make us some breakfast,” I said in a voice that I desperately tried

me again. That was close. Good thing I had reacted fast enough. Otherwise, I would still be in bed and doing something I would definitely regret with the man I vowed to cut loose from my life. I really should be careful