Chapter 48 Photos
Charles'' POV:
"Charles, we received some photos of Scarlett. A paparazzo gave us these pictures and asked us
to post them on the front page of today''s newspaper," one of my contacts from one of the media
outlets called with the news. I was having lunch with my friends when I received the call.
I had told them before that anything rted to Scarlett must have my approval first before being
released.
"From which TV station is the paparazzo? Withhold the photos for the time being," I ordered. I could
not help but frown when I received the news. This had happened before.
"It''s not a paparazzo from any TV station. The pictures must''ve been taken privately. This happens
all the time, but it''s rare for the paparazzi to target a news anchor like this, especially when she isn''t
that famous yet. By the way, should I send the photos to you now?"
"Okay. Send the photos to Abby Restaurant now." I hung up the phone and returned to the table. All
of a sudden, Spencer leaned over and smiled mockingly at me.
"Why do you look so worried? Is your dear Rita not feeling well again? Did she ask you to go to her
now?" he teased.
David, who was cutting steak, also raised his head.
"You should also care about Scarlett when you have time. She''s been our friend since we were
little," he said with a hint of hesitation in his voice. He seldom meddled in other people''s business.
Today was an exception.
"Charles, instead of caring about Scarlett, you should divorce her as soon as possible. Set her free.
She''s young and beautiful. For sure, she''ll find an excellent man for her," Spencer advised while
looking at me with an inexplicable look on his face.
I massaged my forehead with my thumb and index finger in annoyance. "Since when did you
be so nosy? I''ll deal with this matter by myself as soon as possible."
David looked at me in bewilderment. "Charles, you never dy anything. It''s not your style,"
"David, tell me, why are you in such a hurry to see me get a divorce? Don''t tell me you also like
Scarlett," I grumbled.
I knew he only regarded Scarlett as a sister. It was just that I was unhappy that he was siding with
her.
David did not answer my question and just rolled his eyes at me.
The man I had contacted from the media a while ago arrived soon. Without further ado, he took out
the photos from his bag and put them on the table.
In the photos, Scarlett was having breakfast with Abner. These photos did not mean anything, but
they would affect her reputation, especially if such a thing happened repeatedly.
I took the photos and looked at them carefully.
"Do you remember the person who sent these?" Someone must have taken these photos for the
sole purpose of ruining Scarlett''s reputation. They did not even take a clear picture of her face in
fear of being discovered.
"They said that the man who gave these photos was in a ck suit and sunsses. He said that
someone had asked him to release the photos anonymously. I think this man knows that anything
rted to Scarlett must have your approval, so he doesn''t want to risk giving himself away," the
man from the media thoughtfully said.
I nodded and gestured for him to leave.
Once the man was gone, David pointed at the photos and inferred, "Scarlett isn''t that famous. I
doubt any paparazzi would follow such a gossip that doesn''t gain that much attention. Scarlett
must''ve offended someone."
"I bet it''s Rita," I nonchntly said while stirring my coffee.
"Why do you think so?" David and Spencer asked almost at the same time.
"Rita and Scarlett were at odds before." I knew Rita could order her bodyguard to help her. They
had an affair, after all. But for some reason, I was neither jealous nor sad when I found out about
them.
All of a sudden, Spencer stood up and mmed the table. "What does Rita want to do to Scarlett?
When she hooked up with those old men, I''ve warned you that she wasn''t a good woman. Aren''t
you going to do something this time? If you''re going to cover up for her again, I''ll go to that whore
and settle ounts with her myself." I ignored Spencer and instead asked him and David an
intriguing question. "If your fiancee slept with someone else, would you still marry her?"
Rita saved my life. I should at least fulfill herst wish, shouldn''t I?
The two of them fell silent.
It was David who first regained hisposure. "Let me ask you something. What if Scarlett has had
sex with another man abroad? Will you still want her?"
Scarlett had told me before that she was still a virgin. I knew her. She was not promiscuous. Even
when I kissed her, she trembled like a leaf like she had never been kissed by a man.
"You know Scarlett. She''s different." I averted my gaze as I spoke. I could not bring myself to think
that Scarlett had slept with another man. What would I do anyway? Well, frankly speaking, I might
kill that man.
Scarlett''s POV:
Getting off work is undoubtedly the most rxing moment of the day. I had not had such a pleasure
for a long time.
As soon as I walked out of the gate of the TV station, I saw Charles standing by his car. He was
wearing a ck suit and had a cigarette in his mouth. His tall figure cast a shadow over me.
He turned his head and saw me standing a few meters away from him. He then leisurely blew a
smoke ring, walked up to me, and stroked my hair.
"What are you waiting for? Get in the car. Let''s go to the hospital and visit Grandma." Charles
opened the door and pulled me in without waiting for my reply.
My heart skipped a beat. Back when I was in high school, Charles often stroked my hair and asked
me to go home with him just like he just did.
It was a pity that we could no longer go back to the way it was. Charles loved someone else, and
we were going to divorce soon.
At the thought of this, I came to my senses and refused him. "I can take a taxi."
"Scarlett, I came here to pick you up. Stop being so stubborn." Charles seemed to have seen
through everything that he insisted on pulling me into the car.
Once we were inside, Charles handed me a paper bag. "Look at what''s inside."
I opened the paper bag while eyeing him with suspicion. It had pictures of Abner and me having
breakfast together this morning. There was even a photo of him walking out of my apartment.
What was the meaning of this? Did Charles order someone to take these photos to grill me? How
dare he? I was upset and disappointed in him.
"If you''re wondering who took those pictures, it wasn''t me. I don''t have time to ask the paparazzi to
tail you and take photos of you. Someone must want to ruin your reputation. Don''t worry. I''ve made
sure that these photos won''t be released," Charles exined when he saw the resentment on my
face.
I lowered my eyes in guilt. "I see. Thank you." Charles never cared about me. But, how did he find
out that someone was watching me and taking pictures of me in secret? Anyway, the fact that I was
thinking about this... I must be out of my mind.
"I don''t ept thank yous. They''re meaningless. Why don''t you make me breakfast for a week
instead?" Charles looked at me expectantly as he drove.
"It''s fine by me as long as you don''t mind my poor cooking." I epted his request without a second
thought. I did not want to owe him anything, after all.
We arrived at the hospital a few momentster.
As if we were lovers, Charles held my hand and pulled me into the elevator. But when we were
inside, I went to the corner and stayed as far as I could from him. What he had donest time
weakened my resolve. I must not let that happen again.
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"Don''t worry. I won''t be rude to you anymore," Charles reassured. He must have seen through me
at a nce.
I did not say a word and just nodded in response. The elevator door opened a few momentster.
To my surprise, Rita was standing at the door of the ward. The moment she saw us, she walked up
to us and clung to Charles''s arm with a sweet smile.
I could not help but lower my head in resentment. I felt like I was a toy that had been abandoned
once again.