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 get a clear look at him,

a state of shock, the man glared at Charles before

"You're safe now."

the floor that the man had left before he rushed to the elevator,

body was still

hear

away the paint from my body with his hands and forced

"Scarlett, look at me."

and when I saw my reflection in his clear blue eyes, I

"Why are you here?"

My voice was hoarse.

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

then closed the apartment door shut and took me to

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

felt so weak that I could barely support myself by holding onto his

my best not to look at my

on earth did I offend for them to hate me so much that they sent someone to my house to pour a

had no clue even after Charles took me to

"Go take a shower."

took out a set of

still in

are you still thinking about? Isn't all that paint making you feel uncomfortable?" he asked with a disdainful look as he

I walked out of

the sofa, he

"Come here," he said.

"What?"

slowly walked

lie down on his lap.I was not used to being so intimate with him, so I

Charles did not let me move

just going to dry your

something that her lover could only

appropriate for Charles to do

did not even

it

move.It'll be

I tried to get up again, he took the hair dryer and started blowing the warm air

fingers separated my locks and massaged

was so gentle, like he was taking care of a

indeed feeling very upset, my infatuation with

it so much that I was about to

hair dryer stopped whirring and his gentle voice sounded in