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.

before I could even

in a state of shock, the man glared at Charles before he ran away from

"You're safe now."

left before he rushed to the elevator,

still shaking from the

couldn't hear him at

paint from my body with his

"Scarlett, look at me."

I saw my reflection in his clear

"Why are you here?"

My voice was hoarse.

me, Charles gazed into my eyes before he pulled me

the apartment door shut and took me to

time to discuss this.You are not safe here,

that I could barely support

entered the elevator, I tried my best not to look at my reflection

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

I had no clue even after Charles took me to his

"Go take a shower."

took out a set of his pajamas and handed

I was still

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

minutes later, I walked out

the sofa, he motioned

"Come here," he said.

"What?"

slowly 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, so I tried to

not let me

move.I'm just going to dry your

something

appropriate for Charles to do it

too bossy that he did

me do it on my

be done

up again, he took the hair dryer and started blowing the warm air

separated my locks and massaged my

like he was taking care of a

my infatuation with his tenderness was beyond

enjoyed it so much that I

when the hair dryer stopped whirring and his gentle voice sounded in