Scarlett's POV:
Charles finally loosened his grip. "Grandma and Grandpa's health is declining because of what's happening between us. It's not my intention to postpone our divorce," he explained in a low voice.
My knees buckled, and I felt my body collapse as he finally let go of me. I slid down the door and unconsciously touched my painful neck while coughing relentlessly.
"You can pretend to be with Spencer. If Grandpa and Grandma see that you're happy, they won't be worried about our divorce."
My brain was still muddy because of the lack of oxygen. I did not answer him as I was appalled about what he had just done.
However, something suddenly occurred to me. Every time I went to the Moore family's mansion, Michael and Christine would treat me warmly. I felt a pang in my heart at the thought of this. The two old couple had been treating me as their own granddaughter ever since I lost my parents. If something happened to them because of me, I would not be able to expiate my guilt, even if I died a hundred times.
"Spencer grew up with me. I know him very well. He's better than those men you've met outside," Charles stated, his voice gentle and pleasant for some reason.
"Are you saying that I can divorce you as long as I listen to you?" I asked inquisitively while looking into his eyes. My neck felt less painful now than it was a while ago.
"Be with Spencer for a while. We'll finalize our divorce once Grandpa and Grandma are no longer worried." Charles saw the eagerness in his eyes. He glanced at me with an inexplicable look on his face and then looked away.
"Fine. I'll do as you say," I answered.
"Spencer will pick you up after work from tomorrow."
"Okay."
We had finally reached a consensus. With that, I stood up to leave, but my legs were too weak. Charles reached out his hand to help me. I took it, but the next second, we fell to the floor together.
His body pressed against mine. I could feel his warm body through my thin clothes. Even his breath was hot.
He was still burning with fever.
With all my remaining strength, I pushed him as hard as I could. "Charles, what-what are you doing?"
"Hmm..." Charles looked at me with dazed eyes. To my surprise, he angled my head and kissed me. He pressed his soft lips onto mine, and his hot tongue made its way into my mouth. He was very gentle yet overwhelming.
One second ago, he tried to kill me. But now, he was kissing me fervently.
However, the only thing I could feel was anger.
Charles's lips kept moving, gently sucking mine.
I, however, did not resist, nor did I kiss him back.
I knew that when a man kissed a woman, getting no reaction was humiliating.
It was only after a moment that Charles realized what I had been doing. He heaved a heavy sigh and got up.
"Let me drive you home," he offered.
I leaned against the door and tried my best to stand up. I could still feel his warmth on my lips, but I did not feel anything towards him, even lust.
I had made up my mind that we should no longer be entangled with one another.
Charles and I would never have a future, after all.
Without a word, I opened the door and left. Charles followed me shortly.
I walked to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. While doing so, he suddenly draped his coat on my shoulders.
"Don't wear revealing clothes again," he advised. Charles was right next to me. After putting on his coat, his smell became stronger and overpowering. In all honesty, I found it upsetting more than comforting. I could not help but clutch the hem of my clothes in dismay and forced myself not to turn around to look at him.
We did not say a word on our way back, let alone mention the kiss. Ironically, Charles was in a better mood. He even drove slowly on purpose to appreciate the scenery outside the window.
The skyscrapers glinted in the light. It was breathtaking. It seemed that the world had never changed because of mishaps. Only people did.
We arrived at the destination not long after.
Charles parked the car at the gate of the community. I immediately unfastened the seatbelt to get away from him as soon as I could. Unfortunately, it was stuck.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to get off?" Charles asked teasingly.
"It's stuck," I curtly answered.
"Really? Let me have a look at it." Charles leaned over to check the seatbelt. His face was inches away from mine that I felt his warm breath on my face. It made my heart flutter in my chest.
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