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.

time, Charles would just badger me until I gave in, so I decided to save myself from

the partners sent obviously 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. I opened one box

ordered and crossed his legs.

hand hurts,” Charles

really starting

it. Just leave me alone so I can curl

be irked or amused. In the end, I just shook my

go. Stop

on me,” Charles

crying out loud, Charles. Don’t push it,” I said

hand hurts. I’m really feeling useless right now, okay? I don’t appreciate your being

I rolled my eyes and then picked up 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 fingers were long and slender. When I slid the ring onto his finger, it fit

lips and murmured, “Wow. It

up the other ring and said, “Now give me your

I shot him a suspicious look. What was

this on you,” Charles answered, looking up at me.

Charles chuckled a little but did not force me. He put the ring back into the box and darted his eyes straight at mine. “Why not? Are you planning on

I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some food. I did not bother

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

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 asleep last night. 1 “Hey! Wake up! What are you doing in my bed? How did you even get in?”

it down, and said, “It’s too early, honey. Let’s

under his eyes, I had guessed that he might have worked until really late again last night and somehow staggered into my room and passed out beside me. I could not help staring at him

thumb over his cheek and gave it a little pinch, which strangely felt

to go back to sleep, we can do

and wrapped his arms around

startled that I withdrew my

asked in

off the quilt and rolled out of bed. “I’ll go make us some breakfast,” I said in a voice that I desperately tried

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 around