Bye, My Irresistible Love

Scarlett’s POV:

No matter how much I explained, everyone kept misunderstanding me, thinking that I was jealous. Hence, I had no choice but to shut up.

“You won’t divorce Charles as long as we prove that the child is not his, right?” Christine asked me.

I was stunned for a moment, as that thought had never occurred to me before. If Charles was not the father of that child, then the problems would be a lot less complicated. However, I was still in a daze, like a leaf blown by the wind which was unable to fall.

“But if Charles really is the father of that child, then I will make him divorce you myself.” Christine assured me.

“Yes, just give him a chance to prove himself. If Charles really turns out to be the father of that child, then I will ask him to give you an explanation,” Michael echoed.

My mind was a mess and I couldn’t refuse them after listening to their words. Charles was also staring at me, waiting for my response.

Avoiding his gaze, I turned to look out the window. Glancing at the rainy skies that were as gloomy as my mood, I could not help but sigh. 

“It’s raining outside,” Charles murmured, following my gaze.

By then, everyone else also noticed that it was dark outside. The conversation had lasted longer than intended.

“Tonight, you both can stay here,” Christine suggested. I shook my head and replied, “I have to go back to the station. There is still something that I need to do.”

“How dare the TV station director make you work overtime?” Charles asked sullenly. “Give me his phone number. I will talk to him,” he added, holding his phone in his hand.

I quickly grabbed his phone. “It’s not like that. I have nothing to do now anyway, so why can’t I get some work done?”

‘‘I wouldn’t be thinking too much about this if I was busy,’’ I thought to myself. I needed something to keep me distracted, and if I am immersed in my work, then I would not have to dwell on such painful thoughts.

“Work is important, but not at the cost of your well-being. Look, lately, you have lost  a lot of weight.” While caressing my hair, Christine glared at Charles. “It’s all your fault.”

blaming me, Grandma?” Charles felt aggrieved with a look of

got along with her, then she wouldn’t need to go to work, would

cannot be blamed for me wanting to work,” I explained to Christine in a hurry, afraid that Charles might get annoyed later and forbid me from going to work, which would

“I’d like for her to depend on me, but

relationship really that deep in his eyes? Not

me go back to the TV station. I have

can’t let you go,” Christine refused, pretending to be sad. “You rarely ever come here, and after staying for just a little while, you already want to leave. Why are

in a real jam as

the table. Actually, aside from my relationship with Charles, everything else about

dinner, everyone left, leaving Charles and I alone in the living

you going to sleep in tonight?”

he was asking me that question. I could sleep in

a divorce, don’t expect me to share a bed with you,” he said in a noble tone, as he sipped

at him. “You

could really make people angry. I wouldn’t

in my room, then. I will find another room to

look of suspicion in my eyes, I inquired, “Why are you being so kind all

am not being a gentleman to you, then Grandma will blame me.” Charles rubbed

I turned to look at the TV again.

saying more, Charles stood up from the sofa. “Excuse me,

my leg to one side and looked at him crossly. “You

far from the stairs,” he complained with a flat

‘‘Nonsense!’’ 

the stairs, and he was just

he squeezed past me with

alone in the living room with just the sound from the TV. As I