Scarlett's POV:
When the doorbell rang, my first thought was that the person outside the door was Charles.
But when I opened the door, the door opposite to mine opened almost at the same time. A handsome man walked out of the room and warmly hugged the woman who had just arrived. The woman noticed that I was standing there and looking at them, so she gently pushed the man and smiled at me awkwardly. "Sorry. I rang the wrong doorbell."
I forced a smile and replied, "It's okay." With that, I closed the door and leaned my back against it in a daze.
It was a good thing that it was not Charles. That meant I would have a peaceful night.
To my surprise, the doorbell rang again.
Could it be him this time? With my fingers clenched, I opened the door.
At that moment, Charles's tall figure came into my sight. He entered my home as if it was his own and went to the living room.
I closed the door and nervously followed him.
Charles sat on the sofa and looked up at me. "You left your new dress at my car. You can go to my place and get it some other day."
"Got it," I replied while eyeing him warily. Did he come all the way here just to tell me that? I doubted it. Besides, why couldn't he just bring the dress to me with him?
"Why are you still standing there? Shouldn't you make coffee for your guest?" Charles reminded me as he saw that I was just standing there and staring at him.
I did not have a habit of drinking coffee at night. But I must admit, I liked making coffee at home. "Hang on."
Just as he had requested, I went to the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee.
I had just dried the mug and was about to pour coffee when I noticed that Charles was standing behind me. How long had he been standing there? Startled, I gasped sharply and took a step back. Unfortunately for me, I tripped on my slippers and lost balance. I would have fallen backward and spilled coffee all over me. Fortunately, Charles reached out and held my waist just in time.
Time seemed to have stopped. Our bodies pressed against each other, and we could feel each other's heartbeat.
We stared into each other's eyes for God knows how long. It took me a while before I came to my senses. I realized that we were so close. Without meeting his gaze, I pushed him away and turned around to leave.
"Are you done?" he asked in an unusually gentle tone.
"Yes," I replied in a barely audible voice.
With that, Charles left with the mug of coffee.
I left the kitchen with a flustered expression. Charles, on the other hand, was calm and composed as though nothing had just happened. This made my blood boil. Why should I be the only one bothered? It was unfair!
With a scowl, I walked up to Charles and coldly said, "Drink it quickly and leave. I have to sleep early. I have work tomorrow."
Charles frowned and put down the coffee. To my surprise, he walked up to me with a grim expression.
"Has Rita been followingyou these past few days?"
I took a step back and kept a distance from him. "Does it matter?" I scoffed.
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