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..

looked at the picture carefully and said,

aside. Rita could wait.

him and asked in a serious tone, “Who do

“Of course, I care more about

“What about the baby?”

child, so I care

“Then…”

to ask him more, but I was afraid that it would annoy

“Then what?”

to

with his answer, I nestled in his arms

he kissed my face, starting with my eyes, to my nose, and lastly to my lips.

you,” he said in a

wanted him

up

kissed me on the lips and, ever so

for a moment. Then, his gaze fell on my

milk now.” He opened his

I could feel my nipple

that I could not help but moan in pleasure. It must have stirred Charles’s   excitement as, without further ado, he finally inserted his erect

promised, he moved

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

bathroom and helped me take a shower. Once we were clean and dry, we lay on the bed in each

I told Charles that I wanted to see

I

thought he would disagree. But then, he sighed heavily and said, “It’s your choice if you’ll go.

grateful for his support. Suddenly, the training program came to my mind. I

bump isn’t really that visible

“You can train after you give birth. I’m worried about

did not give up. With my lips curled into a pout, I argued, “I’ll come

go back and forth

he not

looked

the TV station just like he

out of the car, I gave him a peck on

over to me and said, “You are doing

held up my face and kissed me passionately. The kiss was light, but it

him and complained, “You ate up my

Why should I still care

Just as I was about to enter the building of the

soon as he saw me, he walked over to me and asked, “Did you feel that someone was following you? Your instinct was right. A man about