Charles' POV:
"Ankle's done too. Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked, looking at Scarlett.
"No," Scarlett said in a low voice. Strands other hair fell on both sides of her face, which made her look youthful and charming.
I pretended to be cold and serious as I retorted, "I don't believe you. I need to do a general check -up just to be sure."
"I am not lying to you! I am not hurt anywhere else." Flustered, Scarlett stopped me, fearing that I might lift up her shirt again.
I couldn't help but laugh as I held her hand. "I was just kidding. But if you feel uncomfortable, then please let me know. After all, we have been married for a long time, so there is no need for you to feel so shy around me."
"Who's married to you for a long time? Charles! You always say the weirdest things," Scarlett complained like a spoiled child, blushing.
"Okay, I won't say such things anymore."
With a chuckle, I stopped teasing her.
After I was done treating her wounds, Scarlett wanted to leave. Being alone with her was clearly taking a toll on me, and since I could not let her go so easily, I took her back to the bed.
"Ouch!" Scarlett winced.
Startled by her reaction, I checked her wound nervously. "Where does it hurt? Does your wounds hurt here?"
"Gotcha! Ha-ha!" Scarlett smiled slyly, looking a little complacent.
"You dare lie to me now, but wait and see how I punish you for it." I smiled slightly and approached her, pretending to lean in for a kiss. "Don't do that, Charles. I'm sorry." She placed her hand on my chest and pushed me away gently.
Seeing Scarlett in a lively mood, joy and love filled up in my heart, and I kissed her uninjured cheek loudly.
She was stunned by my sudden kiss, and after a long time, she said, "We're not meant for each other, so don't kiss me like that again."
"Believe me, we are meant to be. Besides, I am going to hold a press conference tomorrow to announce that you are my wife," I said indifferently as I put one of my legs over hers intimately.
Scarlett hesitated for a while and said, "Don't do that."
Even though she was refusing my proposal, I was feeling happy because she was not refusing me as firmly as she had before. And her hesitation was proof that she still cared for me.
"Your opinion is invalid, anyway." I touched her nose and carried her into the bathroom before she could refuse me again.
"Charles, you did not ask if you could carry me! My feet are fine, and I can walk on my own," Scarlett protested indignantly.
I ignored her complaint. After she finished washing up, I made her sleep.
A while later, I saw that she was fast asleep. I planted a kiss on her forehead, stood up, and walked out of the room.
My assistant, who was waiting in the living room, saw me and asked cautiously, "Mr. Moore, should we take action?"
"Yes, go ahead and arrange everything," I said to him.
Scarlett was in danger now, and I needed to take the initiative to protect her.
"Okay."
After my assistant left, I called someone to terminate the contract with Nate.
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