Chapter 350


    Chapter 350 Take A Photo


    Charles’ POV: “Let go of me. I have to go!” Scarlett gave a muffled grunt as she tried to withdraw her


    hand. She probably did not notice that she was acting like a spoiled child. It was hard for me to see her


    like that. How could I let go when she was being so cute?


    But since she was struggling so hard, I had no choice but to rx my grip on her wrist.


    “How about you let me stay over tonight, and in return, I will note to see the kids tomorrow like you


    asked?” I tentatively said.


    She frowned and sensed that something was wrong. “If you stay tonight, then how would you not see


    the kids tomorrow? Or would you rather see them tomorrow as well, and give up seeing them for the


    next two weeks?” Scarlett was so smart that it did not take her long to figure out my n.


    When I saw that she was unwilling to suffer any loss, I couldn‘t help butugh.


    I had not seen her cute yet cunning side for a long time. “My feet are cold. Can I go in now?” Scarlett


    asked, stomping her feet. Cold? I squatted down and put my hand into her sock, holding her ankle with


    my palm.


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    “Charles, what are you doing?” Startled by my sudden action, Scarlett blushed. She wanted to step


    back subconsciously, but since I was holding her ankle, she couldn‘t move. “You are wearing such thick


    socks. How can your feet still feel cold?” “Charles, someone ising. Let go!” she reminded me in a


    low voice before she pushed my shoulder away I helped her put on her socks before I stood up.


    “Scarlett, can I take you to the hospital for a re-examination tomorrow?”


    “I know my body well. Besides, it is none oi yu Besides, it is none of your business! Anyway, I‘m


    leaving!” ring at me, she left in a hurry.


    After that, I took out my phone and called Richard.


    “Richard, has Scarlett been taking a foot bath regrly?” A momentter, Richard replied, “Yes.” “Got


    it.” I quickly hung up and breathed a sigh of relief, but I still couldn’t stop worrying about her. I was


    standing down stairs for a long time before I finally walked to the next building.


    I had bought an apartment in the building, so that I could be closer to Scarlet and the kids. And I did not


    want to know about it for the time being, because she had made it clear that she wanted to stay as far


    away from me as possible. Scarlett‘s POV: Only after I was home was I able to take a deep breath.


    Leaning against the door, I kept thinking of the way Charles held my ankle just moments ago. He was


    the one who had handed me a knife and asked me to kill myself, and now he was pretending like he


    care about me. What on earth did he want from me?


    Why wouldn’t he let me go? Although I felt a little sad, I was trying my best to hold back my tears.


    “Scarlett, the foot bath is ready. Would you like to soak your feet now?”


    J walked out of the bathroom, holding a pedicure tub.


    “Sure, thanks. You can rest now.” I was moved by how thoughtful she was towards me. “By the way,


    why did youe back so soon? You haven‘t hung out with your friends in a long time, right?” J


    tried to make conversation.


    She was being very calm, trying to make herself seem natural, but I sensed that something was wrong.


    Frowning, I carefully observed her expression. “You thought that I wouldn‘te back so early, and


    that’s why you let Charles take Jerry away, didn‘t you?” I questioned her coldly. J seemed to be


    guilty. “Do you often do things like this behind my back?” I asked with a sneer. “No, no! It is the first


    time...” Stunned, she tried to deny in panic. But I could tell from just a nce that she was lying.


    Whenever she was nervous or lying, her expression would be stiff and she would stutter. “That’s


    right. After all, Charles is the one paying you. So it is only understandable that you would only listen to


    him.” I lowered my gaze and sighed.


    “Scarlett, please don’t say such things! You are the hostess!” J looked at me apologetically. “Have


    you ever seen a hostess being monitored all day long? Are you also reporting everything about me to


    Charles, including how much water I drank, how many times I went to the washroom, and whom I met


    during the day?”


    I felt a little ironic to hear her call me the hostess. Gripping her phone tightly, J frowned in


    embarrassment. “I know that Charles has a strong desire to control everything around him.” I lowered


    my head in


    sadness. I was on the verge of tears. J seemed to be frightened by my reaction, so she quickly


    denied, “Scarlett, please don’t think that way! It’s just that Mr. Moore cares a lot about you!”


    “He cares about me? You think so because you don’t know that he threw a knife at me and asked me


    to kill myself.” Iughed with self-mockery,


    “What?” J was shocked. “You can go to bed now. I want to be alone for a while.” ncing at her, I


    found that my words had worked, so I pretended to wipe away my tears as I sent her away. J


    nodded subconsciously and walked to the door before she turned around and came back. “Scarlett,


    how about I stay with you for a while?” She was rubbing her phone in embarrassment. I watched her


    and did not say anything. I sensed that she was acting a little strange, but I did not know what she was


    nning to do. —econom J walked up to me, ncing at the foot bath asionally. To my


    surprise, she suddenly took out her phone and clicked a photo of my feet. “Why are you taking a


    photo?” with a serious look in her eyes, she replied, “I‘m going to send it to the doctor to check how


    your feet have been recovering.” ‘Can the doctor even make a judgment based on a mere photo?‘


    Frowning, I wondered what she was trying to pull now.