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, “It’s

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

up at him and asked in a serious tone, “Who do you care more

“Of course, I care

“What about the baby?”

child, so I care about it

“Then…”

his response. I wanted to ask him more, but I was

“Then what?”

loyal to our marriage,

with his

kissed my face, starting with my eyes, to my

said in a low and hoarse

I wanted him

gentle,” I asked, caught up in

the lips and, ever so slowly, took off

my collarbone for a moment. Then,

have milk now.” He opened his mouth and sucked my

I could feel

I could not help but moan in pleasure. It must have stirred Charles’s   excitement as, without

moved gently, making me feel hot all

later, Charles stiffened and gasped while my mind went blank.

shower. Once we

told Charles that I wanted to

I want to take

a long time. I thought he would disagree. But then, he sighed heavily

training program came to my mind. I figured that this was the

to continue my training. As you can see, my baby bump isn’t really that visible yet, and I can still move like

after you give birth. I’m worried

pout, I argued, “I’ll

can’t go

Did he not want to

keep you company.” I looked at him with a grateful smile. The unhappiness in my heart

Charles drove me to the TV station just like

of the car, I gave him a

Charles seemed a little dissatisfied. He leaned over to me and said, “You are

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

him and complained, “You ate

Why should I still care about

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

to me and asked, “Did you feel that someone was following