Chapter 43 Be Spanked


    Charles''s POV:


    At half past five, I drove to the TV station to pick up Scarlett so that we could go to the hospital


    together to visit Grandma. I had been waiting for twenty minutes, but she still had note out.


    Thankfully, I saw one of her colleagues, Nina. I asked her where Scarlett was, and she told me that


    Scarlett left a long time ago.


    I took out my phone and tried to call Scarlett, but she did not answer.


    Then, Grandma called.


    "Where are you? Scarlett hasn''t had dinner yet. Come to the hospital and take her out to eat."


    After hanging up the phone, I pinched the bridge of my nose and heaved a sigh.


    Scarlett avoided me on purpose. This morning, I had told her that I would pick her up after work and


    then we woulde to see Grandma together. Obviously, she turned a deaf ear to me and went to


    visit Grandma on her own.


    On my way to the hospital, all I could think about was venting my anger on her.


    But when I arrived at the ward, I could not believe what I saw.


    Scarlett was gone.


    "I don''t understand why you won''t just listen to me, Charles. Now you have to suffer the


    consequences," Grandma said sarcastically, looking at my disappointed face.


    I stood beside her bed, struggling to school my features into neutrality. I was so angry at Scarlett


    that I thought about all the ways I could punish her.


    But I was afraid to show Grandma how I really felt because she would definitelyugh at me.


    "Why didn''t you make her stay, Grandma?" I whined, and I instantly regretted it.


    "She insisted on leaving when she heard that you wereing. Did you expect me to tackle her


    and pin her down?" Grandma backfired. I could tell that she wanted to tell me off about Scarlett


    again, but this time, she bit down her tongue.


    "Someone threatened her yesterday by trashing her ce with paint. I think she could be in real


    danger."


    "Then get out of here and find her. No. Call her first. Find out where she is." After I told her that


    Scarlett could be in danger, Grandma immediately urged me to call her and locate her.


    I hesitated. I had already called her many times when I was waiting for her at the TV station and on


    my way to the hospital earlier. She had not answered any of my calls. I dialed again now, and the


    result was the same.


    I wanted to be furious, but dejectedness got to me first.


    Seeing that I was not getting through, Grandma picked up her phone and tried calling Scarlett


    herself. Scarlett answered on the first ring, which pissed me off and saddened me at the same time.


    Obviously, Scarlett did not want to talk to me.


    ncing at me with disdainful eyes, Grandma put her phone on speaker and spoke gently.


    "Scarlett, dear, where are you? Are you okay? I''m worried."


    "I''m all right, Grandma. I''m home. I want to clean the mess up while I have time."


    As soon as I heard that she was at home, I turned around and left. I did not bother to look back and


    check if Grandma was ring at me.


    Twenty minutester, I arrived at the ce where Scarlett lived. The smell of paint in the air was not


    completely gone, which made me wrinkle my nose.


    I covered my mouth and nose with my forearm and pushed the doorbell. I had to ring several times


    because no one wasing to answer the door. Scarlett must still be pretty shaken from the attack.


    "Scarlett! It''s me! Open the door!"


    I yelled to assure her that I was not a threat.


    After a few moments, the door swung open, and the strong smell of paint hit me in the face like a


    brick.


    The ce was a mess, almost like a colorful garbage dump. Scarlett stood at the door and stared


    me down. She was wearing an apron and rubber gloves, and she was all sweaty and panting. She


    must have been cleaning for a long time.


    "Let''s go," I ordered with a frown.


    "What? Where?" She looked at me in confusion.


    "You''re not going to live here anymore. You''re moving into my house."


    "No. I want to live here. This is my home." She stepped back and looked at me warily as if she was


    afraid that I would drag her out and away.


    Seeing this, I decided to y my cards a different way. Maybe being gentle and patient would


    convince her to leave.


    "Scarlett, look at this ce. It''s ruined, and it smells toxic. It''s not safe for you to live here."


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I was in the middle of cleaning my house when Charles showed up.


    Seeing him standing at the door, I immediately thought that he hade to forcibly remove me


    from my home like I was a wanted fugitive or something.


    "Well, I think your home isn''t safe for me either," I snapped.


    In the blink of an eye, Charles put on that frosty expression with which he liked to scare people. "Do


    you think I will do something to you?"


    I was too annoyed to dignify that with a response, so I turned on my heel and went back to cleaning.


    Charles followed me in and shut the door behind him. His eyes were starting to water from the


    fumes and smell.


    "It''s awful in here. Juste home with me."


    "I didn''t ask you toe here, Charles. Just leave. This is none of your business anyway."


    "Don''t you dare say that again!" Charles threatened.


    I ignored him and continued cleaning up the house.


    Next thing I knew, my vision was turning upside down.


    Charles had grabbed me by the legs and heaved me up on his shoulder like a sack of rice.


    As my feet dangled in the air, I struggled to hold on to something to keep my bnce. But before I


    could grab on to Charles''s shirt, he pped me on the buttocks.N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    My mind instantly went nk. It took me a long time to process what just happened, and when I


    finally realized it, I felt my cheeks burn with utter embarrassment.


    It was the first time that I had been spanked by a man and in such a posture! How embarrassed!


    I could not believe Charles just did that. How could he carry me on his shoulder and then spank me


    like I was a misbehaved child?


    He carried me like that to his car, and I wished that the ground had split and swallowed us both.


    "You left me no choice. You were being so difficult, so I had to treat you like a hardheaded little girl."


    After he shoved me into his car, he shed me that annoying smug smile of his. I could only gnash


    my teeth together in anger.


    Before long, I was assaulting him with my words. "Can you exin something to me, Charles? Why


    are you always getting out of your way to be with me? Wherever I am, you''re always there. It''s like


    you''re so in love with me that you can''t be apart from me."


    "I''m so in love with you?" Charles scoffed and then continued solemnly, "Scarlett, it''s a good thing to


    be confident, but your confidence can sometimes be a little too much."


    "Then why are you constantly interfering with my life?" I screamed in frustration.


    "Do you think I want to interfere? I only came here because Grandma was worried about you. She''s


    ill. I don''t want her stressing herself out because of you." The smugness had gone from Charles''s


    face before he could finish hisst remark.


    He stared at me with furious eyes, and I stared right back.


    Next thing I knew, the locks on the doors were clicking, and I realized that I had missed my chance


    to break out of the car and go back to cleaning my messed-up house.


    Soon, we pulled up at Charles''s ce.


    I fought and fought Charles, but he still seeded in heaving me over his shoulder once again and


    carrying me to the bathroom like an oversized, squirmy pet. He threw me into the half-full bathtub


    fully clothed and then went in after me.


    The bathtub was big enough to amodate two people, and there was plenty of room for me to


    swat off Charles''s hands as he attempted to undress me.


    With one swift movement, he was able to pin me down on the sloped edge of the tub. He started


    unbuttoning my shirt.


    Fear began to cloud my judgment, and I iled around like I was drowning just to keep his hands off


    of me.


    But Charles was too strong. I was no match for him. I stifled my sobs as I kept fighting him off.


    "Charles!" I screamed helplessly as tears rolled down the side of my face and into my ears.


    Hearing my broken voice, he suddenly stopped. He looked like he just snapped out of a trance. He


    let me go and slowly backed away. I read chagrin in his eyes before he stood up and stepped out of


    the bathtub. He looked down at me as he wrung some of the water out of his shirt.


    "Do you dare to challenge me next time?"


    Iid still in the bathtub and tried to catch my breath. I just shook my head as a response to his


    question, scared to death that he would jump on me again and rip off my clothes.


    "Clean yourself up now. Can you do it yourself or do you want me to help you?" Charles swept his


    eyes over me, and I pretended not to notice.