Scarlett's POV:
Charles forcibly took me to his house.
"Go remove your makeup, so I can apply ointment on your face." He pushed me towards the bathroom and urged me to take off my makeup.
"No." I stood still and turned to refuse him again. "Do you really think the ointment is going to work if I apply it on top of your makeup?" Charles frowned and continued in a domineering tone, "Hurry up! I'm going to get the first aid kit." Without resisting again, I walked straight into the bathroom.
It was because I wanted him to finish applying the soon, so that I can leave the place.
I removed my makeup and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as I wiped my face dry, Charles pushed me down on the couch. He leaned close to me, and I was able to feel his warm breath against my ear. He smelled good, but the intimacy between us was making me feel uncomfortable.
"What is this all about?" Why did he have to be in such an intimate position with me just to apply ointment? I was really starting to doubt if he was doing it on purpose.
"I can see better this way." Charles then dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and applied it on my face gently.
But it hurt, and I wanted to stop him as I gasped and trembled. Then, I realized that he was not going to let me go until he was done applying ointment for me, so I gave up the idea of protesting and endured the pain, biting my lip.
"Does it hurt?" Charles asked, looking into my eyes.
We were so close, and compared with the pain, his heartbeat made me feel more uneasy, so I shook my head and tried to push him away.
But he grabbed my hands like it was nothing.
I looked at him in confusion. Was he only applying ointment to my face?
Or was he taking advantage of me?
He put down the cotton swab in his hand and gently massaged my lips with his thumb.
"It's not a good habit. If you continue to do that, then I can't keep myself in control."
"What?" I stared at Charles, not knowing what he was talking about.
When I was not expecting him to, he leaned over and kissed me. The moment his lips clung to mine, he tried to push his tongue into my mouth as he breathed on my face.
I stared at him blankly and completely forgot to struggle. I didn't resist his kiss, and in the end, I couldn't help but respond to him.
The sound of us sucking each other's lips echoed in the living room, making it seem insanely erotic.
I had no idea for how long we'd been kissing when we heard his phone ring.
He stood up with a frown and went to answer the phone while I sat up and tidied my clothes.
"I have already told you not to call me again," Charles said in a serious tone over the phone.
I looked up at him and saw him toss the phone on the tea table irritably before he turned to me.
The phone screen was still on, and I noticed that it was Rita who had called him.
It was the second time I was seeing him react so strongly to Rita's call. The first time, he had put his phone on mute, but now, he told her not to call him again.
What was Charles doing?
When I looked at him, a bold thought flashed through my mind. It was because of his reaction that Rita had felt like she was in a crisis and that was why she was trying to force him to marry her soon.
"What should I do? Scarlett, tell me what I should do." Charles lowered his head. He looked like he was going crazy as he hugged me, asking for help.
My heart ached to see him in such a miserable condition, so I patted his back to comfort him.
"She is the one you love, and she has been the one you have loved for so many years. You two are finally going to get married, and you can't back down now. It is her last wish. It's also your wish. You made a deal with me just for today, didn't you? You should be happy at now, not sad. Listen to me, we will get a divorce tomorrow. It'll be good for all of us."
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