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.

could even get a clear look at him, he

glared at Charles

"You're safe now."

that the man had left before he rushed to the

still shaking from the

hear

away the paint from my body with his hands and forced me to

"Scarlett, look at me."

in his clear blue eyes, I was able to see

"Why are you here?"

My voice was hoarse.

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

the apartment door shut and took

this.You are not safe here,

I could barely support myself

entered the elevator, I tried my best not to look

head down and wondered, 'Who on earth did I offend for them to hate me so much that they sent someone to my house to pour a bucket of paint on me?'

I had no clue even after

"Go take a shower."

set of his pajamas and handed

was still

all that paint making you feel uncomfortable?" he asked with a disdainful look as he put

walked out

on the sofa,

"Come here," he said.

"What?"

walked up

got close to him, he pressed me down on the sofa, and made me lie down on his lap.I was not used

let me move

going to

something that her

appropriate for Charles to

too bossy that he did not even allow me

me do it on my

be done

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

separated

like he was taking care of a

was indeed feeling very upset, my

so much that I

stopped whirring and his gentle voice sounded in my ears