Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett's POV: 

That evening, just when I was about to go to bed, I got a call from Abner.

"Scarlett, guess what I just saw? Rita was alone in the bar, drinking.She did not seem like she had terminal cancer at all!"

"Maybe the doctor had forbidden her from eating delicious food or drinking wine for a long time now, and that's probably the reason she was at the bar, having a binge."

I didn't think too much of it.

"But she doesn't look like someone who has cancer," Abner said after a moment's pause.

"Since she is a star, she always wears makeup, which is probably why she doesn't look all that sick."

Charles was the one who had found Rita's doctor.

If there was something fishy going on, then he would be the first one to know.Besides, he was smart, so how could he get fooled easily? 

"Well, maybe I'm just overthinking things."

Disappointed, Abner hung up the phone.

I quickly put the phone on the bedside table and began to sleep.

The following days were the weekend.

When I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, I heard someone knocking on my door.

I put down the remote and went to open the door.

A man wearing a black mask and a black baseball cap was standing in front of me.

"Sir, what...Ah!"

Just when I was about to ask him if he needed something, he picked up a bucket and pointed it towards me.

Realizing the danger, I screamed and quickly hid.

With a splashing sound, the red paint fell all over the floor, some of it stained my feet.

The man was not willing to accept his failure.

In a fit of rage, he picked up the bucket again and was about to dump it on my head.

Suddenly, I heard him screaming as though someone had hit him, and the next second, I heard the bucket falling to the ground.

familiar figure appeared in front of me, but before I could even get a clear look at

of shock, the man glared at Charles before he ran away from my

"You're safe now."

the paint tracks on the floor that the man had left before he rushed to the elevator, Charles stroked my hair to

was still shaking from

couldn't hear

my body with his hands

"Scarlett, look at me."

I saw my reflection in his clear blue eyes, I was able to see how messed up I

"Why are you here?"

My voice was hoarse.

he pulled me into a hug, ignoring the paint on my

then closed the apartment door shut and took me to the

good time to discuss this.You are not safe here, so I

felt so weak that I could barely support myself by holding

I tried my best not to look at my reflection in

to hate me so much that they sent someone to my house to pour a bucket of

no clue even after

"Go take a shower."

took out a set of

I was still in a

thinking about? Isn't all that paint making you feel uncomfortable?" he

minutes later, I walked out of

on the sofa, he motioned to

"Come here," he said.

"What?"

walked up to

me down on the sofa, and made me lie down on his lap.I was not used to being so intimate with him,

not let me

going to dry

was something

Charles to

did not even

do it on my

be

get up again, he took the hair dryer and started blowing

and warm fingers separated my locks and massaged

like he was taking care of a priceless

upset, my

that I

and his gentle voice sounded in my ears did I