Scarlett's POV:

 

I tried going back to sleep. But before I could completely drift off, my phone rang.

 

I clicked my tongue. Who could possibly call me this early in the day? I didn't want to answer, so I grabbed the quilt and pulled it over my head.

 

But my phone kept ringing. It seemed that whoever was calling didn't intend to give up.

 

I groaned and reached for my phone on the bedside table. The call was coming from Vivian.

 

"Hey, Scarlett. I heard that you're back. Let's have drinks tonight. I have something to tell you."

 

"I can't tonight, Vivian. I have something to deal with. How about tomorrow night?"

 

"That works for me. And maybe there will be a good show for us to watch."

 

"All right then. See you."

 

After hanging up with Vivian, I couldn't fall asleep anymore, so I decided to just get up and wash up.

 

While I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, the heavenly smell of breakfast wafted in from the kitchen. As a response, my stomach grumbled.

 

After I finished up, I went to the kitchen to see how Charles was doing. He was still cooking when I arrived. He was in boxer shorts and a white shirt, but he still looked regal. Sometimes, his handsomeness still caught me off-guard.

 

I sauntered into the kitchen, sat at the counter, and watched him cook.

 

Charles's dishes didn't exactly look exquisite, but given the choice, I would pick his food over those from fancy restaurants. Every time I saw him cooking, I felt like my heart was being engulfed by a sense of comforting warmth.

 

turned around and stared at me for a few moments. Then, he waved his hand and said, "Come

 

I blinked. "What?"

 

over here,"

 

at the hamburger with bacon and egg and the blueberry waffle that he made, and my mouth instantly watered. I said with admiration,

 

that hard. I just followed

 

am

 

"Hug me."

 

I hug you, I'll restrict your room for movement."

 

like a domineering entity. To me, he just sounded like a spoiled little

 

wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled faintly of perfume laced

 

tore open a package of oatmeal

 

few moments, moved my hand to his

 

doing and turned

 

Thinking about how he

 

arms around my waist," Charles

 

my tongue out at him and then

 

Charles could be

manner. For some reason, I found a bit of tenderness

 

me. You just can't admit it." His teasing

 

Charles's POV:

 

breakfast, I dressed up and went

 

wanted to spend more time with

 

has been waiting for you in your office for a long time." Amy looked at me

 

door open. Spencer turned his head to me and said, "What's with the face, man? I thought

 

time with Scarlett and still had the gall to comment on my appearance. Typical

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