Chapter 46 Maybe He Doesn''t Want To Divorc...


    Scarlett''s POV:


    Charles had just taken a shower, and his fresh, minty fragrance enveloped me. The pleasant smell


    coming off his skin was rendering my mind in shambles.


    He rubbed his nose against my neck. Every time he touched me, I felt like my bloodstream turned


    into white water. The excitement was getting more and more difficult for me to hide. He suckled on


    my neck and then ran his teeth gently on it. As I heaved a nervous breath, he buried his face on my


    shoulder, and I felt him smile.


    "What the hell are you doing, Charles? Why are you treating me like this? We shouldn''t be ying


    these kinds of games." I covered my face to hide my shame.


    It was so typical of him to treat me like some ything. When we were younger, he used to pull


    pranks on me and make me cry on Halloween and April Fools'' Day, and then he wouldugh in a


    low voice as he did now. What on earth was so damn funny? I did not get it at all.


    "All right. I''m sorry. I won''t make fun of you anymore. Please stop crying. Your aggrieved look is


    already driving me insane." Charles wiped away the tears from my eyes and then lowered his head


    to kiss my chin and cheek.


    ''Oh, please, stop,'' I begged in my heart. I covered my face again. I wanted to start sobbing, but I


    held it in. Why was he being like this? Did he not know that he was just leading me on with such


    sweet and gentle actions?


    Seeing that I was about to start crying again, Charles stopped kissing me and then leaned against


    the door with me in his arms. He twirled my hair in his finger like he was so fascinated by it.


    "If you really want to have sex, then just go to Rita and stop pestering me." I wiped my tears and


    tried to get rid of Charles.


    "Rita is not in good health. It''s not appropriate," Charles replied seriously and kissed my hair.


    "But it''s okay to do it with me? You''re really lowering my opinion of you. Have you no shame?


    Sleeping with two people at the same time is disgusting." I cast a cold nce at Charles. I felt so


    wronged.


    He was really making me feel cheap. Did I not have some self-respect? Did he think that I was a


    streetwalker who would take off my clothes and open my legs for 20 dors?


    Charles did not say anything more. He just hugged me in silence. After a long time, I heard him


    sigh.


    "You win, Scarlett. Now, you can either go to bed upstairs alone or stay here with me." He loosened


    his grip.


    I immediately pushed him away, ran to the bedroom without looking back, and locked the door. I


    leaned against the door and took many deep breaths. My heart was racing like crazy.


    While I was in his arms earlier, giving in crossed my mind many times. A small part of me wanted to


    be with him, but it was not strong enough to overpower the part of me that desperately wanted to


    break away. After finally calming down and sorting out my thoughts, I went to bed. I had made up


    my mind. As soon as we finalized our divorce, I would leave here and cut off all my connections to


    the city.


    The next day, I woke up to the morning sunshine on my face. I slid out of bed and went to the


    bathroom to wash up.


    Charles did not bother me the entire night. He slept on the sofa in the living room like a real


    gentleman. The sun shone on his handsome face. It would have been a perfect, dreamy scene if


    not for the cigarette butts that were scattered all over the coffee table and the floor.


    When did he be so reliant on cigarettes? When we were in high school, he was a model


    student who kept his grades up and yed sports.


    I was a little stunned. I seemed to have missed a lot of things in the three years that we were apart.


    I supposed he was upset because he could not stay with his beloved Rita, or maybe he regretted


    marrying me and wasting three years of his life.


    I lowered my eyes and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Charles. After cleaning up, I left.


    I had to go home and get some work done on my program''s script.


    As soon as I got home, I received a call from Charles.


    "The breakfast was delicious. Thank you." His voice was a little hoarse. It seemed that he had just


    woken up.


    "You''re wee. Thank you for letting me stay the night." I expressed my gratitude. Although he did


    force me to spend the night in his ce at first, I was still thankful that I did not have to stay in my


    house that still smelled toxic because of the paint.


    "We don''t have to be strangers to each other, Scarlett. I remember that you''re not like this before."


    Charles did not sound good to me. I could picture him sitting on the sofa with a lit cigarette in his


    mouth and frowning.


    "Well, a lot has changed, Charles. We''re not exactly on good terms. We''re getting a divorce. If we


    were good, we wouldn''t be breaking up in the first ce." Charles''s remark hit a nerve, and I found


    myself too annoyed to deal with him. We used to quarrel a lot in high school, and when we grew up,


    we did not really exert that much effort to be close to each other. Truth be told, Charles and I


    were like parallel lines that would never meet. It was only because of my childish persistence and


    infatuation in the past that things had be so difficult andplicated.


    "I hired someone to get rid of the paint and clean your house. She will arrive around ten o''clock,"


    Charles replied in a defeated tone. He obviously sensed the displeasure in my voice and decided to


    change the subject.


    "You didn''t have to do that, but I appreciate it," I thanked him politely. After telling Charles that I had


    to go and get ready for work, I hung up.


    When I was about to enter my house, I saw a familiar figure standing in the corridor. It was of a tall


    man d in all ck. It was Abner.


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    He turned around and saw me standing not far away. I approached him.


    "Where have you been, Scarlett?"


    "What are you doing here?" I was surprised to see him at my ce this early.


    "I heard from Nina that someone trashed your ce with paint. I decided to swing by to make sure


    you''re all right. I brought you breakfast." Abner touched his nose and handed me a small brown


    paper bag and a paper cup. Whatever was in the cup, it had gone cold. Abner must have been


    waiting for a long time.


    "Thank you, Abner. You didn''t have toe here. You could''ve just called or texted. My ce is out


    of the way from your house and the station." I knew that Abner meant well, and truthfully, I felt a little


    sad for drawing a line in the sand between us. I could not give him what he wanted. At least not


    now. He was a young, wealthy, and aplished man. There were so many girls in and out of the


    station who admired him, and he deserved better than me.


    "It''s fine. I''m just worried about you. I rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered. I


    thought you had already gone to work. Do you need me to help you clean up your ce?" Abner


    forced a smile and looked at me.


    "No, thanks. I can manage. I just need to buy some special cleaning tools. My house is still a raging


    mess, and I don''t want you going in there and messing up your clothes or something," I answered


    awkwardly.


    "Did you stay in a hotelst night?" Abner asked tentatively. I had a feeling that he already knew the


    answer. He just wanted to hear it from me.


    "No, I slept at Charles''s housest night," I said frankly. I did not see the point of hiding it from him.


    Abner fell silent. I watched as jealousy, disappointment, and helplessness took turns twisting his


    handsome features. It broke my heart a little.


    "Thank you for bringing me breakfast. I have to go get ready for work." I dodged Abner''s gaze. We


    were colleagues and friends. I did not want to mess up the already flimsy rtionship we had.


    "Aren''t you guys getting divorced? Or are you getting back together?" Abner asked from behind me


    as I tried to open my front door.


    "Charles and I are over. We just haven''t gotten around to finalizing the divorce." Charles had never


    been in love with me. I was the only one between us who wanted us to be together.


    "You two have been at this for a long time now. Don''t you think the dy is already getting


    ridiculous?" Abner pressed.


    "It''s just because of some family issues. Charles''s family doesn''t want us to divorce. We''re taking


    care of it."


    "Don''t you think Charles is only making that an excuse? He''s rich and powerful. If he wants to


    divorce his wife, even God won''t be able to stop him. Scarlett, have you ever thought that maybe


    Charles doesn''t want to divorce you?" Abner went straight to the point.