Scarlett's POV:
As I lay on the sofa leisurely, Charles walked up to me with a glass of water. He then handed it to me, and I kissed him on the cheek in return.
Charles fell stunned.
"What? Isn't it enough?" I asked incredulously.
Charles eyed me with suspicion. "Why did you kiss me? Tell me the truth. Are you plotting against me?"
I clenched the glass of water tighter, annoyed that he was accusing me of something I could not possibly do. "What? Weren't you asking for a kiss? You put your face close to me, so I figured you wanted me to kiss you."
Charles frowned and looked me in the eye.
I could not help but feel uneasy whenever he stared at me with his tantalizing eyes. To ease the awkwardness around us, I took a sip of water and put the glass near his lips. "Would you like to drink?"
"Something's wrong with you today." Charles put the glass away and held me in his arms.
"What is it? There's nothing wrong with me. You're just being paranoid."
"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.
"What are you talking about?" I feigned innocence and acted as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Stop acting dumb. You know that won't work against me. You know what? I'll keep an eye on you. The stranger you are, the more vigilant I'll be." Charles stared at me intently as if he wanted to see a guilty conscience in my eyes.
For a moment, we looked into each other's eyes. Just as I was about to look away, Charles leaned in and kissed me.
I chuckled inwardly, but I did not object to his passionate kiss.
Charles's hands wandered around my body as we kissed, and his sensuous touch rendered me weak.
However, his phone suddenly rang. But knowing Charles, he would not let such a trivial thing ruin our moment. At that moment, he answered the call without letting me go.
From the sound of it, Amy was reporting to him about work.
While they were in the middle of the conversation, I patted Charles's hand and signaled him that I needed to go to the restroom. Charles looked at me warily but let me go in the end.
I came out of the bathroom not long after. To my surprise, Charles was standing in front of me, blocking my way. He stared at me with narrowed eyes and complained, "What took you so long? The call is already finished, but you were still inside."
I could not help but chuckle when I sensed the dissatisfaction in his tone. "Relax. I can take care of myself. You should go to work now."
"Are you thinking of running away while I'm away?" Charles asked discontentedly.
"I won't run away," I reassured him.
Even so, Charles did not seem to believe my words. "Do you think I'll believe you?"
His intense gaze made me feel a little uneasy. Nervous, I licked my lips and did not answer his question.
Charles's eyes darkened, but I pretended not to notice that.
After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and asked in a serious tone, "Do you regret marrying me?"
"No, I don't," Charles firmly replied. He then nervously looked at me and asked back, "What about you?"
I shook my head in response.
Charles breathed a sigh of relief and pulled me into his arms. "Can you forgive me?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry," Charles whispered in my ear.
I held him in a tight embrace. His comforting warmth engulfed my heart. I felt secure with him right next to me. What had happened between him and Rita did not bother me anymore.
A few moments later, Charles picked me up and carried me to the sofa.
"Wait for me here. I'll prepare our lunch."
He went to the kitchen to cook our lunch. But then, he returned to the living room not long after with a plate of orange slices for me.
After putting down the plate, he kissed me on the forehead and went back to the kitchen.
I ate the oranges and browsed the news while waiting for him.
A piece of news on the trending search caught my eye. A woman who had had a miscarriage ranted on the Internet. The title read, "My little angel was killed, but the murderer can still anchor a TV show!"
This sparked controversy among netizens. They tried to guess who the person behind the post was.
Some speculated that it was Rita.
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