Chapter 52 Dream Or Reality


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I pulled up the quilt and covered my upper body. Sniffing, I lowered my head and calmly reminded


    Charles, "What''s the point of asking this? Charles, don''t forget you''re Rita''s fiance."


    Charles seemed to be annoyed by what I had said. Suddenly, he pulled the quilt like a child


    throwing tantrums and angrily said, "Don''t mention that woman. It''s just you and me now." "Even if I


    don''t mention her, we''ll be divorced soon," I snapped back. I pretended that I did not care, but I felt


    stuffy in my chest.


    Annoyed, Charles looked at me with narrowed eyes. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing he


    could do to me. I realized that even without Rita, we would still have problems between us.


    At that moment, my phone rang in the living room. I avoided his hand and propped myself up to get


    out of bed. "Excuse me."


    However, he pinned me to the bed and kissed my neck lustfully. "Say you love me," hemanded


    in a stern yet gentle voice.


    His gentle demeanor changed in an instant, and he kept kissing me on the lips.


    A feeling of an electric current ran through my body.


    Meanwhile, my phone rang relentlessly in the living room. "Let me answer the call," I protested


    weakly.


    Charles pretended not to hear my plea and just continued what he was doing.


    As he saw that my eyes glistened with tears, he raised his hand and touched my lips affectionately.


    "Admit it, Scarlett. You love me from the very beginning."


    Without missing a beat, I looked into his eyes and said, "I''ve never loved you, and I will never do."


    In reality, the one who fell in love first was doomed to lose this game of love. Well, I had long been


    defeated.


    Nheless, I could not admit that in front of Charles. I wouldn''t give him the pleasure of knowing


    that he had me wrapped around his finger.


    When he saw that I was being stubborn, he chuckled and pinched my cheek. "You''re right. It wasn''t


    you who sent me lunch every day in high school. And every time a girl approached me, you weren''t


    the one who got angry. Also0^"


    "Shut up! The old Scarlett is dead." I covered his mouth with my hand, my face beet red in


    embarrassment. Now that he was rubbing in my face the silly things I had done in the past, I


    realized how stupid I was.


    "If you say so." Charles smiled and nodded in agreement.


    I was annoyed at him, but I had no idea what to say.


    As Charles saw that I was at a loss for words, he shamelessly licked my palm. I withdrew my hand


    instinctively.


    "You^0" Before I could finish my words, he kissed my lips again.


    I clenched my jaws shut. But he was like a patient hunter, wandering outside and waiting for his


    prey to open the door.


    I was pissed off at him. He already had Rita, and yet he was flirting with me. As revenge, I bit his lip


    hard.


    Charles groaned in pain but did not flinch, much less backed down. Instead, he slipped his tongue


    into my mouth when he had the chance.


    The desire inside me was like a blooming poppy flower. It was beautiful yet deadly. And just like


    that, Ipletely fell into Charles''s trap.


    For some reason, my consciousness was slowly cking out, and my eyesight was spinning.


    Before I knew it, everything turned ck. In my dream, I felt as though I was stepping on clouds. On


    the other side was Charles, smiling at me. He was as warm as the winter sun next to the Seine


    River.


    Only in my dream, hepletely belonged to me.


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    I called his name in a trance, and my heart was filled with joy. I was as happy and carefree, like a


    child. I wanted to give him all the candies in my pocket and tell him how much I loved him.


    But when I called his name, his face darkened. He warned me not to say his name, or else he


    would pin me down to the bed and do everything a husband would do to his wife.


    Even in my dream, he was still hateful. Without a word, I punched him in the face, breaking his


    phantom.


    Then everything faded into darkness again.


    The next day, I woke up with pain all over my body. Although my symptoms had mostly subsided, I


    still felt quite weak.


    The curtains in the bedroom were drawn shut, and not a ray of sunshine made its way to the room.


    The memory ofst night came flooding into my mind. Unsure if it was a dream or reality, I lifted the


    quilt and looked at myself. Sure enough, I was wearing a clean pair of pajamas. I could vaguely


    remember that Charles had helped me in the shower and even dressed me. I was disappointed in


    myself. I had promised myself that I would make a clean break from him. But now, we were getting


    more and more entangled with each other.


    "What are you thinking?" Charles asked while leaning against the door frame. He was wearing


    casual clothes, and he let his hair, which was usually brushed up, fall on his forehead. In a word, he


    looked harmless, yet still helplessly handsome.


    I stared daggers at him and asked, "Why did you help me take a shower?" Now that I was in the


    right mind, I could not figure out why he cared so much.


    Charles raised his eyebrows at me. He seemed to be in an unusually good mood. Without a word,


    he walked to the bedside and touched my forehead. "Poor you. You sweated a lot yesterday. I


    thought you might feel ufortable, so I helped you take a shower and change clothes. You


    should thank me."


    I raised my head indignantly, wanting to question him again. However, I suddenly noticed a tiny


    bruise at the corner of his mouth.


    Charles must have noticed what I was looking at. He grinned and teasingly asked, "What? Don''t


    you remember what you didst night? Well, someone here kept calling my name. She couldn''t stop


    crying while she described how much she loved me. I asked her not to call my name, but she


    suddenly flew into a rage and punched me."


    Oh my God! So my dreamst night was actually true. I was ashamed of myself. Charles must be


    so proud of himself now. Judging from the look on his face, I must have said something humiliating.


    But even though I was aware I was in the wrong, I looked at him in the eyes and said in a straight


    face, "We''re going to divorce soon. I hope both of us can keep a distance from each other. You


    helped me take a shower and change my clothes without my consent, and I punched you by


    ident. We''re even."


    Charles snorted. "Keep a proper distance? Do you mean kissing and hugging? We''ve done


    everything a married couple should do. And now, you''re asking me to keep a distance from you?


    How bold of you to say that. If I remembered it right, you enjoyed it very muchst night."


    "What do you mean by we''ve done everything a married couple should do?! Stop talking nonsense!"


    "Well, not everything, to be precise. We didn''t really have sex if that''s what you''re worried about. But


    we were so intimate that it didn''t make much difference. Look at yourself. You have my marks all


    over your body. Mrs. Moore, perhaps you''re just saying that out of embarrassment?" Charles calmly


    asked with his hands in his pockets.


    I could not refute his words, so I decided to just get out of bed. But just as I stood up, I felt so dizzy


    that I thought I was going to copse.


    Charles rushed to my aid, but I pushed him away. "Go away. Don''t you dare shed crocodile tears. It


    disgusts me," I said in a low voice.


    "Are you also like this whenever Abner hugs you?" Charles scoffed. Regardless of my protest, he


    held me in his arms.


    "Did he ever behave ambiguously like you?" I retorted.


    "He''d better not. I''m warningyou. Stay away from him." Charles seemed as though he was taking


    this opportunity to hold me in his arms.


    Sadly, there was nothing I could do whenever he was like this. That was why I decided to draw a


    line between us once and for all. "From now on, we have three rules."


    "What are they? Tell me about it."


    "Don''t touch me without my permission, nor should you lose your temper before you find out what''s


    really going on," I said sternly.


    "What about the third one?"


    "I haven''t decided yet. I''ll tell you as soon as I''vee up with something." As I spoke, I pushed his


    hand, indicating him to let go of me. "You''ve been huggingme for quite a while. Let me go now."


    "I should''ve had sex with youst night. That would stop you from talking nonsense with me now,"


    he grumbled.


    I could tell that he was not taking my words seriously. He was horrible as ever.


    "You''re awful!"


    All of a sudden, the doorbell rang.


    But then, Charles lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "If you dare to open the door, I''ll kiss


    you."


    "Are you crazy?" I pushed his head away. He was getting more and more childishly absurd as time


    went by.


    The moment I escaped from his embrace, I hurriedly went to the door to open it.