Charles immediately knew that she was complaining about his stalking.
If she continued to contact Edward, Charles wouldn't stop asking Hiram to follow her.
Nancy bathed the children and took them to their rooms to sleep.
Once she finished, she returned to her bedroom.
She found Charles seated on a chair and flipping through some documents.
That night, Nancy was in no mood to be around him. She turned to leave for the guest bedroom.
As she was walking out, Charles stretched out his arm and pulled her towards him. He sighed, "Nancy, what should I do?"
"Charles, can I ask you a question?" she asked feebly.
"What is it, Nancy?" Charles took a deep breath and ran his hands through her hair.
Nancy hesitated before asking, "Are you still in love with the woman who gave birth to your child five years ago?"
He chuckled softly at her question. "Why are you asking? Do you want me to fall in love with her?"
She frowned at him, unsatisfied with his reply. Nancy contemplated his question, unsure what to tell him.
"I’m not sure."
"Don’t be silly. I don’t know whether I love her or not, and it doesn’t matter to me. All I know is that I love you.
Marry me, Nancy!" Charles took out a ring he had prepared for her.
Sitting her down gently on the chair, he knelt on one knee in front of her. "I can't wait any longer. Marry me, Nancy," he said again.
Staring deeply at her, Nancy thought his eyes resembled a deep pool of cold water. It felt as though your soul would be sucked into them if you looked at him long enough.
Nancy looked away from him, blinking rapidly. 'No, no, no.'
Pushing him away, she protested, "Charles, don't play like that. You had a pleasant meal with Christine yesterday. How can you even talk like this now? You cheated on me! You're a liar! Go away!"
Thinking back to the photo of Charles and Christine together, Nancy was enraged. She pushed him away again with her small hands.
"Where should I go? Wherever you are is my home," he asked, taking her hands in his.
"I don't know, go and find Christine. She's young and beautiful..." she said bitterly.
"Nancy, you also know how to be a flirt. Come on! Flirt with me," he teased, grinning wickedly.
Nancy's face colored in embarrassment. "I don't want to flirt with you..."
"Would you rather flirt with Edward?" he questioned.
Edward had always been a thorn in Charles' heart. He had always made Charles feel uncomfortable, and he desperately wanted to pull that thorn out.
"I don't need to flirt with Edward! He’s always been good to me," she shot back at him.
Edward always had her best intentions at heart. As long as he was by her side, Nancy didn't need to worry about anything.
"Does he love you?" Charles asked in a serious tone.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Charles. I'm tired."
His question was too complicated for her to answer.
If Edward didn't love her, then was it Charles who loved her?
Sometimes he was kind, other times cruel to her. Was that love?
Nancy let it slip from her mind that in love, sometimes there was suffering.
"I haven't even had dinner yet! Don't sleep yet!" Charles nuzzled his face close to her and said, "If you can’t feed me, maybe you can satisfy me another way..."
"Why are you still hungry? Didn't you eat the steamed buns?" Nancy asked angrily.
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