Scarlett's POV:
As the first ray of sunshine shone in the room, I felt its warmth on my skin, and I stretched, rubbed my eyes before I sat up slowly. My mouth felt completely dry, and I had a splitting headache.
The blanket slipped off my body when I sat up, exposing the bruises on my body.
I immediately recalled a novel plot where the heroine woke up after having sex with the hero.
I tried my best to recall what had happened the night before, but I couldn't remember anything. Besides, I was almost going crazy because of the headache caused by the hangover.
I massaged my head as I frowned in pain. I did not want to think about it until my hangover was cured and my headache was gone, but suddenly, I heard a familiar voice from beside me. "Now you know the pain of a hangover. Why did you drink so much last night?"
It was Charles!
Why was he here? I was shocked to find him standing by the bed, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.
"How long are you planning to stay in bed? I've made porridge." When he saw that I was not getting up, he looked at me with a frown.
"Why are you here?" I couldn't remember anything until now, but I did seem very certain that something had happened between us. Otherwise, how could those suspicious-looking bruises appear all over my body?
"I didn't want to stay the night, but you kept holding me," Charles explained flatly.
"That shouldn't be..."
"Shouldn't be what? You think that I did something to you? What do you think about all day long?" Charles interrupted.
"But..."
"No buts. I'm not interested in your shriveled body, and if I remember correctly, this is not the first time I am mentioning it to you." He then walked out of the room as though nothing had happened between us.
However, there was evidence all over my body to prove otherwise.
I hurriedly took out a coat from the wardrobe and put it on. I tried to catch up to him and confront him, but I was surprised to find that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Two small dark red spots could be seen through the white silk pajamas that I was wearing.
Realizing that I had been in the same room with Charles, dressed in such sexy pajamas, I was so depressed and embarrassed that I wanted to bury my head in the ground till he left.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door. "It's time for breakfast."
"Right," I answered as I stood behind the door, feeling nervous. Then I heard him walk away.
I braced myself as I walked out of the room. As I entered the dining room, I noticed Charles arranging the tableware. A ray of sunshine shone from the window of the living room, painting the room in a golden hue. It was like looking at a scene from a movie, which made me feel at peace all of a sudden.
Wasn't it exactly what I had been longing for all this time? Wasn't it the thing that I had never dared to dream of?
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry, go wash up and come have breakfast."
"Okay."
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