Charles's POV:
Looking at Scarlett's confused face, I could not help softening my voice. "I don't want to leave you alone. I'll just end up worrying about you."
However, after hearing what I said, she looked me dead in the eyes. Her eyes suddenly became sharp. She was like an angry kitten that was pretending to be a fierce lioness. "If you delay the divorce again, I will sue you," she muttered.
"I won't divorce you even if it kills me!" Looking at her pale face, I felt sorry for her. I held her in my arms and shook my head.
"But Rita's pregnant with your baby..." Scarlett whispered, sounding aggrieved.
I tried to comfort her, "The baby's not mine. It's Richard's."
Scarlett raised her head and looked at me in surprise. "How could you say that? You're really going to burden others with your responsibility? My God, Charles. I'm so disappointed in you. Get out. I don't want to see you or talk to you. You're upsetting me."
As she spoke, she pushed me away.
All I could do was take the hit. After all, it was my fault. I was the reason for her distrust. I walked out of the bedroom without looking back.
The moment I walked into the living room, I regretted leaving. Scarlett was still sick. The last thing I should do was leave her alone.
I turned around and went back to her room without hesitation.
When I entered the bedroom, I found Scarlett staring at me with wide eyes. She obviously did not expect me to return. Before she could say anything, I climbed into bed beside her and crashed my lips onto hers. She struggled against me, but I did not let go.
I slid my hand under her jaw and kissed her slowly and carefully. After a few heartbeats, she stopped resisting. It instantly got me worried that her condition was getting worse. I let go and took a look at her.
"Why did you stop? Are you okay?"
"It's pointless to fight you. I can't beat you anyway." There was no expression on her face, and she did not meet my gaze at all. I could not decide whether to feel hurt or guilty.
But when I saw the unmistakable absence of light in her eyes, I felt like she just stabbed me through the heart with a dagger.
"Has Rita really destroyed your trust in me?" I asked in a cold voice.
Scarlett darted her eyes at me and stared at me quietly for a few seconds. Then, she answered in a heartless tone I had never heard her use, "Yes."
I found myself gnashing my teeth together and shoving down the emotions that threatened to make me explode like a volcano.
Just then, my phone rang. I impatiently took it out and answered it. Soon, Rita's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hi, Charles. I just want to let you know that I will get an abortion," Rita said. I could tell that she was trying to keep her voice steady because I was still able to hear her anxiety.
I did not say anything for fear that I would snap at her. I was fed up with all her drama and her constant efforts to keep me away from Scarlett, but I was not going to tell her off right this minute.
She said when I did not respond, "Charles? Charles, are you there? Did you hear what I just said? Say something!"
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