Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett's POV: 

James waved his hands happily as we both played with his toy.His sweet laughter was like music to my ears, and it brought happiness to my heart.

While we were having fun, my phone rang.It was from Spencer.

As soon as I answered the call, I heard him speak.

"Scarlett, Charles is drunk.I've already asked someone to send him home.Is he there yet?"

Before Spencer could finish his sentence, the door of the nursery was opened.

The following moment, Charles walked in, staggering to the side.

Instinctively, I helped him out.

When I came to my senses, I found myself in his arms, and the putrid odor of alcohol filled my nose.

"Why did you drink so much?" I rebuked him, showing my displeasure.

Charles shook his head and embraced me tightly.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to be there? And besides, I only drank three glasses of wine.Spencer and David were the ones who urged me to drink more after that."

I shoved him, causing him to stagger on the bed beside the crib.I quickly walked towards him to pull him up.

"Get up, go back to your own room and get some sleep.You reek of alcohol, Charles.You're going to make James uncomfortable."

Upon hearing my remark, Charles immediately rolled to the other side of the bed and distanced himself from James.

Since I was still grabbing his sleeve, I was pulled over as he rolled.

Fortunately, I managed to prevent myself from falling on top of him by using my hands as support.

"Scarlett." Charles stared into my eyes, cupping my cheeks.

The warmth of his hand startled me, and I quickly sprang to my feet, ready to leave.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"I heard some noise.What happened here?"

Alice opened the door and entered the room.

Upon seeing Charles, she frowned.

"Oh, my God! Charles, what happened to you? You reek of alcohol! How could you go to James' room after drinking? What were you thinking?"

"Because Scarlett is here," Charles murmured.

His words flustered me and I felt like my ears were burning.

"You know what? Forget it."

Alice strode in and picked up James from his crib.

"You made James' room stink of alcohol.It won't be good for the baby to stay here any longer, so I'm going to take him out for some air."

"Thanks, Mom."

I felt bad about what happened, and decided to follow Alice out.

me at the

Scarlett, Charles is obviously drunk.Could you be a doll and look

of her request, but

had no choice but to turn around and focus on

bed in the nursery wasn't big enough for a

a ball.I could tell that

tried to nudge him awake, but he didn't

straddled his arm over my shoulder

him up for a long time, I couldn't

accomplished nothing, and it only left

"Charles!" I shouted.

eyes just

way he was looking at me right now was so

he grabbed my hand and pulled me into

that I couldn't get rid of

I had to say, "James peed on the bed earlier, and it still hasn't been cleaned

finished my sentence, Charles bolted away from the bed with me still in his

was so funny that I ended up

squinted at me and

you just pretending to

back at him, showing no sign of fear.It would be impossible for him to react that fast if he were

scoffed, staring at

because of his gaze, and my eyes wandered

until I saw myself in the mirror that I realized that

I struggled to free

your room, Charles! The bed in here is small.It won't be comfortable for

began to tidy

or are you just fulfilling my mother's

sense that Charles' lips was getting closer and closer to my

the quilt, my mind was left

had already noticed it, but I was confused

"Scarlett?"

Charles' voice brought me back to reality.I moved away from his arms and

to leave or not? Don't you think you've filled James' room with the smell of

the door, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look

I shouted,

to my surprise, he just smiled

"Good night, Scarlett."

felt a little

myself to look at him calmly, and to my surprise, my voice was

"Good night."

one last time, Charles

I closed the

seen Charles' face for years on

I heard a knock on the door.I was so startled that I

"Who is it?"

want for breakfast

breakfast for

welled up with tears.What woman

so bad," I murmured

Charles' POV: 

up early, drove the cook out of the kitchen, and personally made breakfast for Scarlett.Meanwhile, my mother was standing outside the kitchen and teasing

are my eyes deceiving me?

for

all Scarlett's favorite

of preparing a hearty