Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV:

Charles’s phone rang while we were having dinner. He put it on speaker and then went to the kitchen to get some soup for me.

Spencer’s voice came from the other end of the line. 

“Charles, let’s go out and have a drink!”

“I can’t. Scarlett is pregnant. Why are you asking me to go out for a drink at this hour anyway? Never mind. She’s mad. Bye.” Charles hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

I looked at him incredulously. Why did he make it seem that I took away his freedom to have fun?

Charles must have noticed my bewilderment. He looked up at me and explained, “I have stomach problems. The doctor told me not to drink too much.”

I put down my spoon and pouted. “Then why did you use me as an excuse?”

“Do you want me to drink with them? Didn’t you ask me if I care more about you or the baby? Don’t you want to know the answer to that?” Charles asked back with raised eyebrows.

“Then who do you care more about?”

“Let’s talk about it when we go to bed.”

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In the evening, I took a shower first before him. While I was waiting for him to finish taking a shower, my phone suddenly rang. Rita had sent me a message.

“This is your mother’s. If you want it back, come meet me,” the message read. Attached to it was a picture of a familiar earring. 

A myriad of thoughts crowded into my mind as I stared at the picture. My father had given this to my mother as a love token. How did Rita get this?

Knowing her, she would not give the earring to me easily. Even so, I could not help but wonder what the hell she wanted from me.While I was in deep thought, Rita sent me another message. 

“Don’t you want to take back your mother’s prized possession? You’re scared, aren’t you? If your mother finds out about this, she’ll be disappointed in you.”

I just stared at her message but did not reply. Just then, Charles came out of the bathroom with only a bath towel around his waist.I could not help but gawk at his toned abs. Damn. He was so sexy.

My phone rang yet again, bringing me back to my senses. Sure enough, it was another message from Rita.

 “Tomorrow night in Spencer’s bar. If you want it, come and get it yourself.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not notice that Charles had sat beside me. He held me in a tight embrace and asked, “Who’s messaging you this late at night?”

“Rita,” I answered straightforwardly. 

With a frown, Charles took my phone from my hand and read Rita’s messages..

carefully and said,

nodded grimly and put the phone aside. Rita could wait. Now, I had something more

at him and asked in a serious tone, “Who do

lips and answered, “Of course,

“What about the baby?”

my child, so I care about it as

“Then…”

ask him more, but I was

“Then what?”

be loyal to our marriage, won’t

in my heart. Satisfied with his answer, I nestled

tighter. Then, he kissed my face, starting with my eyes, to my nose,

said in

I wanted

up

the lips and, ever

my collarbone for a moment.

have milk now.” He

I could feel my nipple harden as he licked and

moan in pleasure. It must have stirred Charles’s   excitement as, without further ado, he

had promised, he moved gently, making me feel hot all

a noise. A moment later, Charles stiffened and gasped while my mind went blank. And together,

carried me to the bathroom and helped me take a shower. Once we were clean and dry, we lay on the bed in each other’s arms. Exhausted, we fell asleep

Charles that I wanted to see

to my mother. I want to take it

was silent for a long time. I thought he would disagree. But then, he sighed heavily and said, “It’s your choice if you’ll go. But please, don’t

support. Suddenly, the training program came to my mind. I figured that this was the best time

my baby bump isn’t really that visible yet, and I

train after you give birth. I’m worried

into a pout, I argued, “I’ll come back every weekend.

You can’t go back and forth every

he not want to see me?

there to keep you company.” I looked at

Charles drove me to the TV station just like

car, I gave him a peck on the

said, “You are doing it wrong. Let me show you

kissed me passionately. The kiss was

complained,

you’re mine. Why should

that I got out of the car. Just as I was about to enter the building of the TV station, I felt that someone was following me. I turned around instinctively, but nobody was there.

to me and asked, “Did you feel that someone was following you? Your instinct was right. A man about