Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 55: Feed Me 

Scarlett's POV: 

"Let me go," I said and bit my lip.

"You've been telling me that a lot lately,"

Charles backfired and flicked me on the forehead with his finger.

"Ouch! That hurt!" I whined.

It really did hurt.

He had used a lot of strength.

"As it should.If it didn't, you wouldn't learn your lesson at all.I take my eye off you for half a day, and you take up day drinking.You haven't even fully recovered from your last bad hangover, and you're already messing around.What's wrong with you?"

Charles flicked me again, venting his annoyance.

This time, he only exerted a little strength.His fingers touched my forehead gently like a feather.

"What do you care?"

I murmured as the back of my eyes stung.

Rita's words kept echoing in my mind, and they sank my heart deeper and deeper.

"You're not a child anymore, but you're acting like some rebellious brat who always makes me worry."

Charles pinched my cheek and squinted at me.

"This is your last warning, Scarlett.No more drinking, you hear me?"

Once again, I was stunned by the look of genuine concern in Charles's face despite the pointedness of his words.

"Then promise me one thing first,"

I started and raised my head to meet his gaze.

"No.You don't get to bargain here,"

Charles replied without hesitation.

The soft, gentle expression he just wore moments ago was suddenly replaced by that annoying smirk that made me want to beat the hell out of him.

I shot him a furious glance.

What was wrong with him? Why was he so supercilious? What was worse, I did not hate him at all.

Damn it! There was nobody in the world that I despised more than myself for that.

Seeing that I fell silent, Charles loosened his grip on my hand and said, "Fine.What do you want? Maybe I'll agree to it if I feel like it."

After thinking for a while, I lowered my head and straightened my dress.

"Let's be brother and sister from now on.I'll be a good sister to you, and you'll be a good brother to me."

"I beg your pardon?"

Charles asked, gloom suddenly twisting his handsome face.

and pressed, "I think it will be good for both of us to

idea

that in front of Grandma, or

got out of the car.He slammed the door shut

"Hey! Wait for me!"

him and jumped out of the car.I ran after him, hoping

going to marry

up was to be a sister to him.I panted as

of his made him move

my idea of us being siblings to each other was a stroke of

"Hello, Mrs.Moore.Welcome back."

gardening shears and

replied

I finally won against Charles this time, and I did not care if our little fight was pointless and

rose bushes in the mansion's garden were in full bloom, and I thought that they

room, Christine was cutting and arranging some

were champagne roses, which were just air freighted from Germany, and

on the sofa on the other side and drank the coffee that one of the servants

me come in, he shot me a cold

narrowed my

he was in a good mood.I walked into the

said, smiling at me, and patted the chair

"Grandma, Charles and I

decision.I didn't

ignored him and

take Charles as my brother.That way, I'll still be

"Okay," Christine nodded.

the roses and poured a cup

meaningful look

winked at me and seemed to understand what

Charles snorted derisively.

went his superior

wonder his employees were terrified

not because Christine

show his dissatisfaction

dear brother?" I raised my

good to provoke an arrogant man

happened to your neck? Is that a mosquito

and looked closely at

panic.I was so focused on wanting to piss

I coiled up my hair and forgot all about the hickey on my

little reddish bruise.Are you all right? Does

one of the

a little scratch.No need for ointments

blood rushed to my face.I looked at Charles and saw him enjoying my

I glared at him.

was his doing, and I was

servant brought a plate of cherries

the attention from my neck, I took

like some cherries,

desperate to

full.Why

went back to her flower arranging.After hesitating for

"Cherries?"

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