Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV:

I stood up abruptly and exclaimed, “You’re horrible! Did you even consider my feelings when you decided that?” 

My grievances surged up in my heart. Whether it be the divorce or wedding, Charles only informed me of his decision. Not once did he bother to ask my opinion, even if the matter concerned me.

“Scarlett, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been making concessions. If I’ve never considered your feelings, I would’ve already forced myself into you. Besides, do you think I would allow you to live here alone if I didn’t care about what you feel?” Charles looked at me with a burning gaze, unmoved by my complaint.

“Should I thank you for being considerate?” I cried out. 

What kind of concession was that? If he had not been entangled with Rita, I would have just let him shower me with his affection without any guilt or shame.

Charles was taken aback when I suddenly let out a sob. His expression softened, and he asked with concern, “Why are you crying? I didn’t say anything harsh.”

I stifled a sob and argued, “I’m not crying. You’re just being annoying.”

“Yes, yes. You’re not crying. I’m sorry.” Charles held my hand and coaxed me, “Honey, sit down. Would you like some pumpkin pie?”

In a fit of anger, I stood up, pushed the chair away, and scoffed, “Pumpkin pie? Ha! Help yourself!” 

My blood boiled in anger. He never took my words seriously, and he only cared about himself.

Charles also stood up and warned, “If you leave, don’t blame me for being rude.”

I was so mad at him that his warning was the last thing I cared about. 

“Do you want a fight? Come on! I’m not scared of you!” I fired back.

Without waiting for his response, I picked up my coat on the sofa and turned around to leave. I wanted to get out of this suffocating place and get away from Charles.

But before I could take another step, he held me by the waist, kicked the door of the bedroom open, and threw me onto the bed.

“Let go of me! You are so unreasonable!” I glared at him with tearful eyes. 

However, he just grabbed my hands regardless of the look of resentment on my face.

I was so mad that I felt like my world was spinning around. I struggled with all my might to get out of his grasp. But, of course, I made sure not to overdo it. I might be furious at him, but I cared about him enough not to exacerbate the injury on his right arm. He must have known that I would be considerate to him, so he blatantly  showed his shamelessness.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt. I knew I would not win against him, so I eventually gave up.

“You’re bullying me,” I choked.

Charles stiffened for a second and then wiped my tears away. I must say, the concern in his eyes softened my heart. 

“How can I bear to bully you? I love you,” he said in an aggrieved yet caring tone. 

“Then why are you so inconsiderate? Can‘t you make a compromise for me from time to time?”

“If I do, you’ll run away.” Charles lowered his head and moved his face close to mine.

Just as our lips touched, I turned my head away and dodged his attempt. 

“No,” I said crossly.

with what I had done. He bit my lip hard and pulled

punishment,” he whispered.

my tongue, and it made an ambiguous sound

his shoulder with all my strength, but he would not budge. His eyes were with lust, and his breath came in short and heavy. He finally let go of my

protested weakly as Charles kissed my neck, but he did not

on my body. I could not help but panic when I felt something hard against

pumpkin pie.” I was panting from the

afraid that I would be unable to resist him if this went on.

was deep and fervent. It went on for a long while before he finally

dining room to eat. When we were seated at the table, I lowered my head and did not once raise my head to look at him. My face was still red after what happened, and it

to me, Charles just handed me another slice of the pumpkin pie casually as if nothing had just

grab it from you,” he joked. His voice rang in my ears as he was sitting

composure. I tried my best to ignore him and finish the food on my plate so that I could go back to

from him. He held my hand and

too much more than I intended to eat. So I would not have indigestion,

accidentally slipped from my hand. Exasperated, I sighed and turned around to face him.

presence was making

smile,

in response. I just took a step back so that he would be able to reach

Charles kissed the comer of my mouth and offered, “Let

done that a while ago,”

I looked up at him and asked, “Do you have any idea in mind for Grandpa’s birthday

in my hand and wiped it

night and

in my hands. I had

some reason, Charles looked rather perplexed.

you so obedient?” he asked

to be nosy

do.” Charles stroked my face as he spoke. I would not have minded it,

my hand and glared at him. “It might not be obvious, but I can be focused

when it comes to me,” Charles

so

said, my heart softened when I saw

his shoulders helplessly. “I promise I’ll make it up

were true

the dishes not long after. Even

the sofa

this sounded like an invitation, Charles held my hand and pulled me to the living room, leaving no

had told me we had to talk to each other without shouting and everything. At the thought of this, I heaved a heavy sigh and followed

sit down, though. I just stood still and

and sarcastically asked, “What? Do you

him, I walked past the tea table and

I really want to do something to you,” he said in an annoyed

you want to talk about?” I ignored his mockery and went straight to the