Chapter 49 Cake


    Charles'' POV:


    Scarlett stayed as far as she could away from me. She was cramming herself in the farthest corner


    of the elevator, a helpless look on her face. I would not hurt her. Why did she seem so scared of


    me? Did she resent me?


    As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Rita rushed over and clung to my arm.


    "Charles, I''ve been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you onlye here now? Is Grandma


    getting better? I want to visit her with you." Rita rubbed her chest against my arm as she spoke.


    Instead of being thrilled, I was disgusted, so I immediately withdrew my arm from her grasp.


    "Grandma isn''t in good health. I''ll take you to her once she recovers," I reasoned out while trying my


    best to be patient.


    "Are you still mad about what happenedst time? I''m sorry, okay? I promise I won''t go out to drink


    again. Charles, you don''t know how much I miss you," Rita coaxed me in a sweet voice. I used to


    buy it. But now, it only smothered me.


    How I hope I could hear something like that from Scarlett. However, she would never do that. All


    she wanted was to make a clean break with me.


    "I was busy recently. I had to deal with a lot of things at thepany. I''ll visit you at the hospital


    when I''m free. Anyway, you should go back to your room and have a rest. You haven''tpletely


    recovered yet," I urged perfunctorily. If Rita stayed here, she would disturb Grandma in her ward.


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    "But I really want to visit Grandma," Rita insisted.


    I frowned and sighed in exasperation. "Grandma doesn''t like you. You should be very clear about


    that by now. You''ll only put her under stress."


    As I did not agree, Rita turned to Scarlett and begged for her sympathy.


    "Scarlett, can you go inside and plead with Grandma for me?" Rita implored while sobbing pitifully.


    Scarlett nced at me, probably to see how I would react. Then, she turned to look at Rita and


    shook her head. "I''m afraid I can''t. It''s your problem. I''m merely an outsider."


    "Why won''t you help me? I know I was wrong. I just want to apologize to Grandma in person." Rita


    wiped her tears, but she would not stop sobbing.


    Grandma''s health was at stake here, so I did not give in much lesspromise. I knew it would


    only cause more trouble if I helped Rita. She liked making trouble, after all.


    Without a word, I left with Scarlett. But then, Rita decided to follow us.


    "Rita!" I stopped in my tracks and looked around.


    I saw Richard, her bodyguard, a few yards away from us.


    "Take Rita back to her ward and make sure she doesn''t go out. Otherwise, you don''t have toe


    to work next month," I ordered sternly.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I was bewildered when I saw that Charles''s attitude changed towards Rita.


    As soon as he finished speaking, he took me to Grandma''s ward.


    At that moment, Grandma was lying on the bed andughing heartily as she watched TV.


    "Finally, you''re here! I''ve been waiting for you two to visit me for a long time." Grandma waved at


    me and added, "Scarlett,e and sit next to me."


    "Grandma, have you been feeling better?" I asked with a smile. I wished Grandma would recover


    soon. In that way, she could finally give me our marriage certificate once she was discharged from


    the hospital. Was I unscrupulous to wish for my own selfish desire?


    "Yes. I feel better now than before. But, sometimes, my head would hurt so badly. I may have to


    stay in the hospital for a few more months," Grandma replied with a smile. She seemed to have


    seen through what I was thinking.


    "Don''t worry about me. Anyway, let''s see what Grandma is keeping for you." Grandma pinched my


    cheek and then opened the cupboard. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw what she was


    handing to me.


    "It''s Cadecake! Didn''t the owner of this cake shop move back to his hometown?" I asked in surprise.


    Nevertheless, I was beaming with happiness.


    I used to eat their cakes when I was a child. Unfortunately, the owner of this cake shop moved away


    when I was in high school. I had not had such a tasty cake since then.


    "I asked Charles to buy it. At first, he thought it was troublesome. But when he heard that it was


    your favorite, he went there in person without hesitation. I heard that there was even a rainstorm


    when he went to the countryside. Well, at least, he protected your cake well." Grandma blinked and


    looked at me expectantly.


    In awe, I turned to look at Charles. It was only then that I noticed that his hair was slightly unkempt,


    and his trousers were a little damp. Charles was also looking at me. There was a faint smile in his


    eyes, and he did not seem as cold as he usually was. Instead, he seemed gentle and at ease.


    It suddenly urred to me that he smiled like this when he kissed me. At the thought of this, my


    face turned red.


    "Stop looking at me. I won''t give you some. It''s all mine." I let out a snort and turned my head away


    as though I was not moved by what he had done.


    "I''m not gonna ask for some anyway. It''s just like in the past, don''t you think so? I always gave my


    share to you when we were kids. Charles smiled and pulled a chair next to me.


    That was true. He treated me well sometimes.


    "Grandma, look at Scarlett. She''s bullying me," Charlesined to Grandma with a feigned hurt


    expression.


    "Oh, shut up. Who would dare to bully you? I knew you made fun of Scarlett and bullied her when


    you were little. I just wish you wouldn''t bully her anymore." Grandma cupped my face and smiled.


    But as she did so, she happened to lift my hair, and her face froze all of a sudden.


    She turned to look at Charles meaningfully. For some reason, she seemed to be holding back her


    glee, and she kept blinking her eyes at him as though expressing her appreciation. I immediately


    realized what was wrong. She must have seen the hickey on my neck. I fixed my hair at once and


    lowered my gaze, too embarrassed to look at them.


    Charles probably saw that my face was beet red. He stroked my hair and chuckled.


    "Well, I''m going to take a rest. You can go back now." Grandma noticed that something must be


    going on between Charles and me, so she smiled ambiguously and drove us out.


    I followed Charles into the elevator. I could not stop smiling like an idiot as I stared at the delicate


    cake in my hands.


    Honestly, I had no idea why I was smiling from ear to ear. Perhaps it was because I imagined how


    embarrassing Charles looked like when he was drenched in heavy rain. He must have been in a


    mess at that time.


    At the thought of this, I nced at him and saw he was staring at me with his arms crossed over his


    chest. His eyes, for some reason, were filled with lust. He looked like a wolf in a rut, eager to vent


    his sexual desire.


    I could not help but bite my lips, anxious that he would suddenly lean over and kiss me.


    "I''ll take a taxiter. You don''t have to drive me home," I immediately said the instant the elevator


    door opened. I was worried Charles would offer to send me home. Knowing him, he would not take


    no for an answer.


    "You like ttering yourself, don''t you? I don''t have time to send you home. I have to go see Rita."


    Charles snorted and looked at me sideways. His demeanor changed from what it was a while ago.


    Now, his tone was as mean as it usually was.


    "I hope so. By the way, thank you for the cake. You idiot could''ve caught a cold in the heavy rain," I


    retorted. I refused to admit to being inferior. It was just like in the past. We could not get along with


    each other. And when we were together, we would not stop quarreling until we both got hurt.


    With that, I hailed a taxi and waved goodbye at Charles with a smile.


    "Bye, Mr. Moore."


    Charles gritted his teeth and red at me with a sneer. He then mmed the door shut behind me.


    A few momentster, the car disappeared at the corner of the street.


    As soon as I arrived home, I received a message from Charles.


    "Little virgin, don''t forget to make breakfast for me for a week."


    I was going on a business trip next week, so I could only return the favor from Charles when I


    returned.


    "Let''s talk about it when I''m back from my business trip." "Come back early."