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.

front of me, but before I could even get

a state of shock, the man glared

"You're safe now."

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

was still shaking from the

hear him

my body with his hands and forced me to

"Scarlett, look at me."

and when I saw my reflection in his clear blue eyes, I was able to see how

"Why are you here?"

My voice was hoarse.

before he pulled me

shut and took me to the

not a good time to discuss this.You are not

feet felt so weak that I could

tried my best not to look at my reflection

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?'

clue even after Charles took me to

"Go take a shower."

out a set of his pajamas and handed

I was still in a

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

I walked out of

on the sofa, he motioned

"Come here," he said.

"What?"

walked up

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

let

going to dry your

woman's hair was something that

for Charles to do

that he did not even allow me

it on

be done

up again, he took the hair dryer and started

slender and warm fingers separated

like he was taking care of a

upset, my infatuation with his tenderness was

that I was about

his gentle voice sounded in my ears