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..

picture carefully and said,

could wait. Now, I had something more

tone, “Who do you

“Of course,

“What about the baby?”

child, so I care

“Then…”

him

“Then what?”

loyal to

my heart. Satisfied with his answer, I nestled in his

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

he said in a

wanted him

asked, caught up

me on the lips and, ever so

a moment. Then, his gaze fell on my

He opened his mouth and sucked my

could feel my nipple harden as

must have stirred Charles’s

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

and only our bodies were making a noise. A moment later, Charles stiffened and gasped while my mind went blank. And together, we climaxed at the

limbs felt weak and heavy. Gentleman as he was, Charles carried me to the bathroom and helped me take a shower. Once we were clean and dry, we lay on the

morning, I told Charles

mother. I

would disagree. But then, he sighed heavily and said, “It’s your choice

training program came to my mind.

you can see, my baby bump isn’t really that visible yet, and I can still move

in disapproval. “You can train after you give birth. I’m worried about you being alone

argued, “I’ll come back every weekend. The training will be over

pregnant. You can’t go back and

sank. Did he not want to

“I’ll fly there to keep you company.” I looked at him with a grateful smile. The unhappiness in my heart dissipated

Charles drove me to the TV station just like

out of the car, I gave

He leaned over to me and said, “You are doing it wrong. Let me

held up my face and kissed

him and complained, “You

Why should I still

car. Just as I was about to enter the building of the TV station, I felt

you feel that someone was following you? Your instinct was right. A man about forty years old was indeed