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.

 

around and stared at me for a few moments.

 

I blinked. "What?"

 

here,"

 

stood up and strode toward him. I looked at the hamburger with bacon and egg and the blueberry waffle that he made, and my mouth instantly watered. I said with admiration, "Wow, honey. The food looks amazing. I didn't

 

I just followed the

 

why am I standing

 

"Hug me."

 

cooking. If I hug you, I'll restrict your room for movement." I eyed him

 

low voice, trying to sound like a domineering

 

behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled

 

a package of oatmeal and

 

a few

 

turned to warn me, "Do you want your

 

desire mingle in his eyes. Thinking about how

 

around my waist," Charles

 

what he was doing, I stuck my tongue out at

 

Charles could be

humoring his overbearing manner. For some reason, I found a bit

 

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

 

Charles's POV:

 

breakfast, I dressed up

 

to spend more time with Scarlett, but Amy kept

 

for you in your office for

 

open. Spencer turned his head to me and said, "What's with the face, man? I thought Scarlett was home. Why do you

 

with Scarlett and still had the gall to comment on my

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