Charles's POV: "Charles, I'm warning you... If you dare to do something this reckless again and disregard your life, I promise that when you die, I'll immediately take my son with me and remarry another man. See if you can jump out of the grave and stop me!"
Scarlett's eyes were red and moist. Her words were harsh, but her hands, which were bandaging my wound, became gentler and gentler. Crystal tears fell from her eyes, streaming past her cheeks slowly.
"It hurts..." I murmured, pretending to be pitiful.
"Humph. You asked for it."
Scarlett wasn't moved. It seemed she was really furious this time.
"Scarlett, I swear I won't do that again! For the sake of you and our child, I will cherish my life." I promised to Scarlett, my voice stern and my eyes serious.
Scarlett stared quietly into my eyes. Noticing the sincerity in my gaze, she gradually calmed down. She sighed, helpless, and gently hugged me.
"Charles, you have to remember to think carefully before you do anything dangerous. You still have your family. You have me, James, your parents, and your grandparents. We all need you."
There was a sob in Scarlett's tone, and her voice was breaking. I knew she was deeply shaken by today's unexpected turn of events.
I returned her hug, squeezing her lovingly.
"This is the last time, okay?" Scarlett cried pleadingly.
"Okay. Should it happen next time, may I be impotent!"
That amused her. Scarlett smiled through her tears, and the sight of her sweetly upturned lips made me feel better.
"Let's go home, Scarlett."
"Okay."
Spencer's POV:
I didn't expect that the party would end up like this, no thanks to Rita.
Scarlett helped the injured Charles leave, so did David and his fiancee.
That left only Vivian and me in the room. All of a sudden, the atmosphere between us seemed to turn ambiguous. I began to feel warm all over.
Ever since I slept with Vivian, I couldn't stop myself from paying attention to her.
Just like right now, my eyes couldn't move away from her. She had on delicate make-up, and was dressed particularly enchantingly today. The wine-red Chanel strapless dress set her sexy figure off, showing her alluring curves. She leaned on the black leather sofa lazily, a glass of cocktail in her slender hand. She looked like the fascinating Siren foretold in old myths. The smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance unique to a woman crept into my nose.
To suppress the desire in my heart, I hurriedly picked up a glass of ice water and gulped it down in one full swing.
"Vivian, that dress looks good on you. When did you buy it?" I lowered my eyes as I spoke, trying to hide the amazement in my gaze.
"It's a gift from Emily, actually. I think it's especially suitable for seducing men." So saying, Vivian flipped her hair nonchalantly and threw me a meaningful look.
Emily...? Why did Vivian accept clothes from Emily?
I had to admit, the dress was so good on her! She looked like the epitome of sex appeal.
Suddenly, I felt that something was about to gush out of my nose. I stood up in a hurry, alarmed.
"Uh, I'm going upstairs. See you tomorrow!"
Once again, I fled from my confrontation with Vivian.
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