Scarlett's POV:
The room fell into silence once more.
Just as I was thinking of what to say, Charles spoke up.
"I'll pick you up after work for Grandpa's birthday."
"Huh?" I looked at him, visibly surprised.
Before I could refuse, he explained, "There will be lots of reporters for the event. If you don't go to the party with me, people will assume that we're not getting along."
Shocked by the explanation, my eyes widened as I tried to come up with an excuse to refuse his suggestion.
'A few days ago, Grandpa said that he only wanted to a small celebration at home. Why did he suddenly invite the media?'
"Grandpa is happy that he's gotten two more great grandchildren this year. The party this year isn't just to celebrate his birthday." Charles smirked.
"But we've already held a party for the twins, haven't we?" I asked.
"The elders weren't at that party. Grandpa thought it was necessary to hold an official one," he retorted.
Somehow, I sensed that things weren't as simple as he said they were, but I still calmly agreed to his suggestion.
"You should sleep in the master bedroom. It's warmer there,"
Charles said in a gentle voice.
I lifted the quilt, intending to get up. But the second I moved, the bath towel around my body came loose by accident.
Blushing, I hurried back to bed.
"No, it's okay. I'll sleep here. This bed is too small for you. You should go to the master bedroom now."
"Do you really care about me?" he asked. Charles knitted his brows, visibly surprised.
"I do. You can leave now," I answered. I wrapped myself in the blanket, lowering my head to hide my embarrassment.
Charles fell silent for a moment and then he scoffed at me.
"Scarlett, since I've been away, have you been enjoying yourself?"
I wanted to admit that I had been enjoying the fact that he was away, but then I remembered what hellish consequences there were in provoking him, so I just didn't answer the question.
Cautiously, I looked him in the eye and replied, "I'm feeling sleepy."
Charles seemed annoyed. He stared at me for a long time before he finally decided to walk away.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around myself again.
Fearing that he'd come back, I bolted to the door, intending to lock it as soon as possible.
But because I moved so fast, I accidentally sprained my ankle.
I gasped in pain, limping towards the door before finally managing to lock it.
"Scarlett, why did you lock the door?" Charles asked from the other side of the door, sounding really annoyed.
"What are you doing here again?"
I was startled by the sound of his voice and I leaned against the door nervously.
"I brought you a nightgown."
I breathed a sigh of relief before opening the door swiftly.
Outside the door, Charles stood with a nightgown in hand.
I frowned upon seeing him, feeling conflicted.
The nightgown he had was a silk slip dress, which was his favorite style of dress.
But it was winter right now and the children's room wasn't warm.
"Don't you want it?" he asked.
"I do."
I gritted my teeth and took the nightgown, albeit reluctantly.
It was better to wear something than nothing!
Charles' POV:
After taking the nightgown, I noticed that Scarlett was about to close the door.
Seeing her so vigilant against me was starting to get on my nerves.
"Who were you so wary of when you locked the door just now?" I asked.
Scarlett gazed down in silence.
At this point, I lost my temper and snapped at her. "Get out of the way!"
"I'm not being wary of you. It's just that there are so many people at home, and I'm practically naked here," Scarlett cried.
Her eyes welled up with tears and she sounded sincerely upset about it.
When I saw that she was about to break down, I remembered how she cried because she was afraid of me the last time.
My heart softened because I didn't have the heart to force her into submission again.
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