Scarlett's POV:
"Charles, do you even know what you're talking about?"
I looked down to avert my gaze from his passionate eyes.
Charles pinched my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"Scarlett, I swear on my family's name. If there's anyone in this world who could make me willingly hand over my life, it's just you."
"Without hesitations?" I asked.
"Certainly."
Charles picked up the pen on the floor and handed it to me.
Then, he placed his arms around my waist, leaning closer towards me.
"You can try."
His voice was like music to my ears, and it was bewitching.
I furrowed my brows and raised the pen high on purpose, pretending as though I was going to jab his arteries with the pen.
In response, Charles closed his eyes leisurely.
When it came to relationships, he was a bold risk taker who didn't care that much about his own life.
But even so, Charles had won the bed.
I had lost against him, but that didn't necessarily made me feel bad.
It was then that I threw the pen away, gently cupping Charles' cheeks with both hands before I planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Scarlett, you believe me, don't you?"
His wide-eyed gaze displayed his surprise.
I nodded in response to his question.
No woman wouldn't swoon over a man's promise that he would willingly lay down his life for her.
If I had jabbed the pen into Charles' artery, he would've been dead moments ago.
I was so moved by his faithfulness and loyalty to me that I hugged him with every bit of affection I could muster.
"It may not be that difficult to lay down your life," I told him, briefly pausing for suspense. "I'm gonna need you to do something even harder," I continued.
"What is it?" asked Charles.
"I want you to keep living for me."
*****
Charles and I spent the whole day together. When night fell, I suggested that we should visit Vivian.
Upon our arrival at Mint Bar, Charles went to look for Spencer.
Meanwhile, I went to Vivian's room alone.
"Scarlett, I'm so glad to see you here," said Vivian.
"Yup! I've promised to come and see you," I replied.
She looked a lot better than the last time I saw her. On her desk, there were several small bottles of liquid medicine of varying colors.
To sate my curiosity, I went to pick up one of the bottles. The one I had picked up was as clear as water. Its contents rippled gently as I swiveled the bottle around.
"You picked a good one, Scarlett. You should take that one home and give it a try. It'll be fun. Trust me." Vivian giggled. "I'm sure you'll spend a wonderful night with Charles after taking that." The way she was looking at me made me blush. And as I held the medicine bottle in my hand, I felt a little embarrassed.
"Charles doesn't need it," I remarked, putting the bottle down. They were all neatly arranged on the desk.
If Charles were to take this drug, I probably wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep at night, and he'd probably pester me even during the daytime.
Vivian burst into laughter. "Is Charles that great in bed?"
"He restrains himself sometimes," I responded, my face blushing even more.
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