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. Then, he

 

I blinked. "What?"

 

over here," Charles

 

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 know

 

just followed the

 

why am I standing

 

"Hug me."

 

room for movement." I eyed him carefully and tilted

 

Scarlett," Charles ordered in a low voice, trying to sound like a domineering entity. To me, he

 

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

 

open a package of oatmeal and continued to

 

and, after a few moments, moved my

 

turned to

 

his eyes. Thinking about how he

 

arms around my waist,"

 

he turned back to what he was doing, I stuck my tongue out at him and then embraced him from behind

 

Charles could be

overbearing manner. For some reason, I

 

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

 

Charles's POV:

 

breakfast, I dressed up and went

 

more time with Scarlett, but

 

Mr. Patel has been waiting for you in your office for

 

head to me and said, "What's with the face, man? I thought Scarlett was home.

 

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

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