Scarlett's POV:

 

As dusk approached, the lights outside the window grew dim. The sunset glow tinted the darkening sky a brilliant red.

 

When we arrived at Moore mansion, no one was home. The servants told us that Charles' family had taken James along to visit their friends.

 

I was a little disappointed, since I hadn't seen James for the whole day.

 

"Isn't it good for us to have some quality time alone?" Charles said, grabbing my hand.

 

In return, I glared crossly at him. Suddenly, my phone rang.

 

I took out my phone and saw that it was a message was from Vivian. "What do you think of her?"

 

Attached was a photo of a woman. She looked beautiful, but seemed to be vulgar in temperament.

 

I instantly replied to Vivian, "She's not as pretty as you."

 

"You're such a sweet talker! I bet you can always make your husband happy, right? Or did Charles get angry because you were drunk last night?"

 

"I don't think so."

 

After ending our conversation, I put my phone aside and thought about Charles's behavior when we woke up this morning. He acted the same way as usual. On the contrary, I had a terrible headache because of my hangover. My body was in pain and was sore everywhere.

 

Wait, sore and painful?

 

I immediately stared at Charles. "Charles. Last night, did we...?"

 

"I wish." Charles narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze filled with both desire and dissatisfaction. "But since you have your period, I couldn't do anything."

 

Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing. I didn't dare to look at him a second longer.

 

As it so happened, I received a call there and then. I took the opportunity to shake off Charles's hand and answered the phone. It was the leader of the TV station. "Scarlett, you need to go to France for the interview this Friday. I'm sorry, but honestly, I don't feel comfortable about leaving this task to anyone else."

 

and accepted

 

asked,

 

go on a

 

his beautiful eyebrows, his displeasure evident. "Do you really have to go? How many

 

laughing. "It's just an interview! Don't worry, it won't take a

 

face. His lips were pulled into an unhappy frown. "I don't want you

 

job. You've been on business trips before, but I never stopped you."

 

was slowly warmed up by his palm, and

 

and coaxed him softly in a gentle tone, "I'll video

 

have to turn on your phone 24 hours a day. We can't lose contact at all, not even for a second!" Charles compromised,

 

problem," I agreed

 

"And..."

 

bombarded me with request upon request. I accepted them all patiently, nodding

 

He held me in his arms and murmured, "You have to come

 

"Okay."

 

dinner, I

me to the sofa and laid down with me. He rested his head on my lap, closing his eyes. "Don't

 

at that, and proceeded to pinch his soft earlobe in a show of discontent. "And why didn't

 

want James

 

slowly, and the warmth in his palm emitted soft heat

 

amused and touched. "Yes, but my period doesn't hurt

 

and gave a soft, affectionate peck on my

 

not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. This man was

 

******

 

But just as I was about to get off the car, a group of reporters

 

slamming it shut before they could reach

 

Janet exclaimed, her face

 

blocking my path of escape. They slapped

 

you really stop Mr. Moore from

 

it that you're a jealous woman! Do you have any words on

 

are you

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