Scarlett's POV:
It was pouring outside while we were having dinner. Because of this, I could not help but be worried about how I would go home. I would rather not take Charles's car.
Christine must have sensed my apprehension. She looked outside the window and asked with a smile, "Dear Scarlett, would you like to stay for the night?"
"I have work tomorrow, Grandma," I replied with an apologetic smile.
"It's okay. I'll ask the driver to drive you to the company tomorrow morning, so you won't be late."
Charles cast a glance at us. Seeing this, Christine glared at him and said sharply, "What are you looking at? I don't care whether you want to stay or not. But I hope Scarlett stays with me, even just for the night."
Christine held my hand and looked at me expectantly.
"Okay." I could not refuse her, so I just agreed.
Christine's face lit up. Meanwhile, Alice, Lawrence, and Michael were also delighted.
Only Charles seemed indifferent. He just continued eating and did not even spare us a glance.
Christine had reserved a room for Charles and me in the mansion. But because the two of us were getting a divorce, it was inappropriate for us to sleep together. Therefore, Christine decided to arrange the guestroom solely for Charles.
The latter did not say anything when Christine made the arrangement. Without a word, he went to the guestroom to rest. But when everyone was already asleep, he went to my door and knocked.
As I opened the door, I saw him standing outside in pajamas. His pajamas were white with slim blue piping. The style was ordinary, but on him, the pajamas looked expensive and custom-fitted.
I immediately blocked the door and showed no intention of letting him in. "What's up?" I asked crossly.
Charles pushed the door open and walked straight to the bed. "I can't sleep. There's a strange smell in the guestroom."
"I'll sleep there instead then." I walked out of the room as soon as I finished speaking.
"What do you mean? Do you think that I'm interested in scrawny women like you?" Charles looked me up and down as he spoke.
My blood boiled in anger. Me? Scrawny? Humph! I was in good shape!
On second thought, I understand what he meant. As the saying went, "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." Besides, how could he be interested in me when he already had someone in his heart? My being defensive was unnecessary.
But in that case, what was the matter with him in the elevator this morning? Could it be that he was driven by desire?
I eyed Charles with suspicion, and he looked back at me. But instead of offering a compromise, he lay on the bed and occupied half of it.
"Since you insist on staying here, you sleep on the sofa. I'll sleep on the bed as usual," I said sternly. I did not want to make too much noise and wake Christine and the others up. But since he would not budge, I decided to let him be. Maybe sleeping on the sofa was not so bad, after all.
"What are you doing? Did I say you could sleep there?" Charles stood up and pulled me to the bedside. "Just sleep next to me. Don't make me tie you up and throw you on the bed."
I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong for me. He pulled me to the bedside and pushed me onto the bed.
I could not hold back my anger anymore. "Charles, how dare you do this to me?!" I yelled angrily.
"Just go to sleep and stop shouting!"
Charles pulled the quilt over me and held me tightly in his arms, not giving me the chance to leave.
He had been clear from the very beginning that he would never be interested in me. Even so, I did not dare to struggle in his arms in fear of turning him on.
I just lay still for a long time. I had no idea what time I had fallen asleep. The last thing I remembered was that he was holding me in his arms.
The next day.
The golden ray of sunshine made its way through the bedroom window, and it was dazzling. I struggled to open my eyes, only to find that the person next to me when I slept was no longer there when I woke up.
I suddenly remembered that we were supposed to go to the law office today to sign the divorce papers. With that, I quickly got up to look for him downstairs.
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