Charles's POV:
After that, I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed as I watched Scarlett lying on the bed motionlessly. She seemed tired and sleepy. It was amusing to see her this way. I reached out and stroked her hair fondly.
"Charles, let's take a shower first before going back to Moore mansion to see James," she said weakly, her exhaustion apparent.
My hand, which was caressing her hair, froze for a moment. I grew slightly jealous. Even at this moment, all she thought about was her son. Didn't I work hard enough just now?
"It's already so late. James has probably fallen asleep. Let's go there tomorrow." I bent over and kissed her forehead gently.
"But it's not even nine o'clock yet. I miss him. And you promised me we'd go there just now," she grumbled, flashing me a disgruntled stare. Her face was still quite red.
"I regret saying that." Her incessant complaints were souring my mood, so I kissed her lips to put a stop to her resistance.
Our affectionate kiss lasted for quite a while.
Scarlett's hot breath blew in my face. She opened her eyes and tried to get rid of me, but I was fascinated by the tenderness in them.
I let go of her and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Scarlett, how about we make love again?"
"No way."
"I promise it'll be the last time today!"
She was silent, but didn't disagree.
Once we drowned into the vortex of lust, we would never be able to escape.
*******
Since the delightful night, I was on cloud nine. My good mood lasted for several days. Even when I was dealing with mind-numbing documents, Scarlett's lovely face from that night would pop in my mind and cheer me up.
I handed the signed document to Amy. Looking at her, I saw that she was staring at me strangely.
"Ask whatever you want to ask."
"Mr. Moore... is Mrs. Moore pregnant again?"
"Why do you say so?" Her question wiped the smile out of my face.
"You seem to be in a very good mood these days, so I wondered if there are any good news in your family."
"...You may leave."
"Yes, sir." Amy scurried out of my office with the document in hand.
After she was gone, I was lost in my thoughts. To be honest, I didn't want Scarlett to have a second child so soon. For that reason, I had been using contraceptives.
James's existence alone was enough to make me jealous. I didn't dare to imagine what would happen if we had one more child. The consequences would be unimaginable!
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang. I shook my silly thoughts away and answered it quickly.
Spencer was calling me.
"What's the matter?"
"Are you busy, Charles? Do you want to have lunch together?"
"Okay." After all, I had refused Spencer's invitations far too many times. If I refused again now, I feared he would be so infuriated to the point he broke off our friendship.
At noon, I made my way to our appointed meeting place, Mint Bar.
Entering the exclusive private room Spencer booked, I was greeted with the sight of a smoke -filled room. Spencer and David were sitting on the sofa leisurely, smoking. The ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts by the time I arrived.
Walking in, I saw that both of them looked distressed, reminiscent of two abandoned and resentful wives.
"Put out the cigarette." I frowned, annoyed.
"You're getting along well with your wife. How can you understand our pain?" Spencer put out the cigarette as told, and cast me a resentful glare.
It was quite funny how these two resembled dogs soaked wet in the rain, pitiful and miserable.
I raised my eyebrows, curious. "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to say, I'll go away right now."
"Are you seriously our friend? We finally got you to come so that you can listen to our complaints.
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