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.

 

stared at me for a few moments. Then, he waved

 

I blinked. "What?"

 

over here," Charles

 

and my mouth instantly watered. I said with admiration, "Wow, honey. The food looks amazing. I didn't know

 

that hard. I just followed the recipe."

 

why am

 

"Hug me."

 

restrict your room for

 

to sound like

 

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

 

tore open a package of oatmeal and continued to

 

a few moments, moved

 

doing and turned to warn me, "Do you want

 

mingle in his eyes. Thinking about how he exhausted me in bed last night,

 

arms around my waist,"

 

doing, I stuck my tongue out at him and

 

Charles could be

I couldn't help humoring his overbearing manner.

 

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

 

Charles's POV:

 

dressed up and

 

to spend more time with Scarlett,

 

you in your office for a

 

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

 

time with Scarlett and still had the gall

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