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..

at the picture carefully and said, “It’s indeed your

could wait.

tone, “Who do you care more about? The child

lips and answered, “Of course, I

“What about the baby?”

I care about

“Then…”

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

“Then what?”

be loyal to our marriage,

I felt warm in my heart. Satisfied with his answer,

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

said

nodded. I wanted

up in the heat

kissed me on the lips and,

lingered on my collarbone for a moment.

you have milk now.” He opened his mouth

I could feel

so good that I could not help but moan in pleasure. It must have stirred Charles’s   excitement

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

moment later, Charles stiffened and gasped

afterward that my 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 bed in each other’s arms. Exhausted, we fell asleep as soon

Charles that I wanted to see

to my mother. I

he sighed heavily and said, “It’s your choice

came to my mind. I figured that

training. As you can see, my baby bump isn’t really that visible yet, and

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

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

can’t go back

not

looked

breakfast, Charles drove me to the TV

out of the car, I gave him a peck

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

and kissed me passionately. The kiss was

pushed him and complained, “You ate

Why should I still care about your

of the TV station, I felt that someone was

and asked, “Did you feel that someone was following you? Your instinct was right. A man about forty years old was