Chapter 22 Pretend To Be In


    A Rtionship


    Charles''s POV:


    I received a call from Scarlett, saying that Rita had fainted.


    Because of that, I put the meeting of the senior executives on hold and raced to the hospital.


    The second I entered the room, Rita hurriedly exined, "Charles, listen to me! Scarlett had no idea


    that my health is dwindling. If she knew that, she wouldn''t have done what she did. Please, don''t


    me her for this. I think she must''ve realized her fault by now."


    "I didn''t do anything, Rita. One second you were perfectly fine, and the next you just fainted. Don''t


    make it sound like I did something to hurt you on purpose. Because I didn''t!" Scarlett snapped.


    "Why are you yelling at me? I''m defending you from Charles..." Rita started sobbing.


    Scarlett rolled her eyes and turned to me.


    "Can you believe this woman?"


    I did not say anything because I had no idea which of them was telling the truth.


    Rita cried even more bitterly. Scarlett looked at me with disappointment.


    "Look, it doesn''t matter whether you believe me or not, but you have to make it clear to her right


    now that you''re the one dying the divorce."


    "Do you think I don''t want a divorce? I''m just worried about what it will do to Grandma and


    Grandpa." My patience finally ran out. I just did not like it when Scarlett was being aggressive like


    this.


    "Okay, I know what I should do now. I''ll go out with Spencer so that Grandma and Grandpa can


    rx. But at the same time, you should also get your woman under control and tell her not to mess


    with me." Scarlett''s eyes were full of disappointment and contempt, and she spoke with the kind of


    finality that I had never heard in her voice before.


    I watched her leave as I swallowed the words I meant to say.


    She walked away without looking back. I stayed with Rita in the hospital for a while and then went


    home.


    To be honest, I did not believe that Scarlett would harm Rita. She was not that kind of person. More


    importantly, she had no motivation. She wanted to move things along with our divorce. She wanted


    me out of her life as soon as possible. Why would she bother making things difficult for Rita if she


    did not want me?


    But if Scarlett did not do anything, then it meant that Rita was lying.


    After thinking it over, I decided to ask my assistant, Danny, to investigate it.


    "Go check what Rita has been up totely. Remember not to miss anything."


    Scarlett''s POV:


    Because of what happened to Rita this morning, I was a little distracted all day long at work. My


    colleagues kept asking me if I was okay. I could only nod sheepishly and force a smile to assure


    them that I was all right. I struggled to keep a light air and concentrate at work, but I managed.


    Finally, the day ended, and I decided to go out after work with my colleagues to unwind.


    As soon as we walked out of the building, a white BMW pulled up in front of us.


    "Hey, Scarlett!" The driver-side window rolled down, revealing Spencer''s handsome, smiling face.


    Upon seeing Spencer, my colleagues immediately whispered and giggled among themselves.


    "Is he your friend, Scarlett? He''s cute!"


    "Oh, Scarlett! Why are you constantly surrounded by hot, rich men?"


    I just smiled and did not say anything. Charles proposed yesterday that I should date Spencer. Now


    Spencer was here. Obviously, he hade to fulfill one of the most basic obligations of a boyfriend


    —to pick up his girlfriend from work.


    What was next?


    Were we going to start behaving like a real couple? To do something that lovers would do?


    "Come on. Get in the car." Spencer got off the car, walked around the hood, and opened the


    passenger-side door for me like a true gentleman. He even covered my head with his hand to


    prevent me from bumping into the roof of the car.


    "I have to go, guys. I''ll join you for drinks next time. See you tomorrow," I said to my colleagues.


    "I have to go, guys. I''ll join you for drinks next time. See you tomorrow," They waved at me as


    Spencer drove away. I settled in my seat and fastened my seat belt.


    Although I had known Spencer since I was a child, I still felt a bit ufortable being alone with


    him, and it did not help that we were supposed to be dating now. I just sat there quietly and kept my


    face neutral.


    "Let''s go shopping first, okay?" Spencer turned to look at me and beamed.


    "Okay. Whatever you want." I decided to go along with what he wanted to do.


    "We''ll buy some clothes and then meet Christer for dinner."


    "Sure."


    "Good girl." Spencer flicked my chin with his finger and spoke in a doting tone as if he was coaxing


    a child.


    I was not used to being intimate with him, so without really thinking about it, I dodged his touch and


    had a mini heart attack when I saw Charles sitting quietly in the back seat and watching us with cold


    eyes.


    I gasped and put a hand over my chest.


    "Oh, yeah. Charles wanted toe along to monitor us like a glorified chaperone. Just pretend he


    isn''t there," Spencer chuckled and reached for my hair.


    I was going to avoid his touch again, but knowing that Charles was watching, I decided otherwise. I


    let Spencer hold my head as he drove.


    "Okay," I smiled and nodded.


    Soon, we arrived at the boutique.


    As soon as we entered the shop, the saleswoman shut the door and hung a closed sign on it.


    Judging from her skilled movements and professional demeanor, I could say that this was not the


    first time that she catered to a couple of filthy rich VIP shoppers.


    N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    "Surprised? Get used to it. You''re my girlfriend now, and from now on, you''ll only be treated like a


    queen," Spencer said as he twined his fingers with mine.


    Spencer was not as wealthy as Charles, but both of them ran in the same circles. Surely, every


    upscale shop in the city was willing to treat either of them and theirpanions like royalty.


    With a livid face, Charles followed us into the store.


    "Sirs, miss, this way, please." The saleswoman shed us a weing smile and ushered us in.


    "I want to see all the pieces from yourtest collection, please," Spencer requested gracefully. The


    saleswoman bowed slightly, left, and then returned with all the clothes Spencer asked for.


    "Here you go, sir. These are new. In fact, we haven''t gotten around to putting them on disy yet."


    Spencer nodded and began to look at the clothes one by one. I caught a glimpse of some of the


    price tags. The lowest I saw by far was around forty thousand dors.


    "Try this one on, Scarlett."


    Spencer picked a white dress off the rack the saleswoman brought and asked me to try it on.


    I hesitated at first, but seeing the bitter look on Charles''s face, I took the dress, smiled at Spencer,


    and headed to the fitting rooms.


    I could not let Charles see through my uneasiness. I had to pretend to be happy andfortable.


    Otherwise, he would just have more reasons to dy our divorce.


    In fairness, I liked the style of the dress, and the fabric felt good against my skin. It fit me perfectly


    from my shoulders down to my knees, and it entuated my body shape. I thought I looked sexy.


    I had to admit that Spencer had very good eye and taste in fashion.


    I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection.


    Just then, I overheard Spencer and Charles talking outside.