Charles's POV:
When James was first born, I didn't have a clue how to take care of him. But now, I could prepare milk for him with skillful ease.
James tried to grab the bottle with his small hands, eager to drink the milk. But I held the bottle steady for him, in case he drank too fast and choked himself.
"Charles." My mother suddenly called me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "What did you say to Scarlett that took you so long?"
"That's a secret."
My mother approached James and caressed his little face lovingly. When James looked up, his soft, happy smile melted my heart.
"Don't say that I didn't remind you. You should pay more attention to how you behave. It doesn't matter if you are cold to outsiders, but... You can't act the same way to Scarlett. She'll feel insecure."
"I know, and I'm trying my best." Her warning left me feeling helpless. I saw the obvious distrust in her eyes, and quickly suggested, "Why don't you and Dad can go out and enjoy yourselves today? Take Granma with you. James and I will stay at home with Scarlett."
"Why, do you think we're in your way?"
At this, I nodded without hesitation. My mother glared at me and gave me a slap on the shoulder, annoyed.
"Fine, but be careful. And keep an eye on James," she reminded me cautiously.
Her eyes then fell on James, and she looked obviously nervous. When their eyes met, James immediately put on a lovely smile for her.
That melted my mother's heart, and she smiled too. "You should express your love to Scarlett today. Tell her that you love her. Every woman likes to hear those three words."
I gave her a vague grunt of assent and urged her to leave.
"Remember what I said, Charles! Say 'I love you' to her more often!" My mother kept nagging me, and only left satisfied after receiving my affirmation.
As her figure disappeared at the corner, I felt something poking my chin. Looking down, I saw that James was trying to stuff his bottle teat in my mouth.
I couldn't help but laugh, and then gently put the teat into his mouth. "I actually prefer something else, my dear."
When it was almost noon, I told Janet to take care of James. Then, I went to the kitchen and personally prepared lunch for Scarlett.
After I was done, I made my way to the bedroom. There, I was greeted with a warm scene. Scarlett was playing toys with James, who was waving and laughing merrily, his face the epitome of joy. Janet sat quietly beside them, watching tenderly. "Scarlett, it's time for lunch," I said as I walked towards her.
Meanwhile, Janet set up a small table on the bed and helped me serve the dishes.
Scarlett, who was now holding James in her arms, exclaimed in surprise, "Did you cook all these dishes, Charles?"
I nodded, proud of myself. "I'm going to have a meeting in the company after this, but I'll still cook dinner for you tonight. You..."
Scarlett seemed to have read my mind and promised sincerely, "Don't worry. I won't slip away."
We enjoyed a pleasant lunch together. After that, I changed my clothes, bid goodbye to her, and started my way to work.
On my way to the company, I called Scarlett.
"Charles? What is it?"
I told her gently, "I'll be back soon, Scarlett." Scarlett's POV:
After lunch, I became slightly drowsy. I was in my room when a knock on the door startled me. "Come in."
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