Chapter 100 Staying Overnight


    Scarlett''s POV:


    No matter how much I exined, everyone kept misunderstanding me, thinking that I was jealous.


    Hence, I had no choice but to shut up.


    "You won''t divorce Charles as long as we prove that the child is not his, right?" Christine asked me.


    I was stunned for a moment, as that thought had never urred to me before. If Charles was not


    the father of that child, then the problems would be a lot lessplicated. However, I was still in a


    daze, like a leaf blown by the wind which was unable to fall.


    "But if Charles really is the father of that child, then I will make him divorce you myself." Christine


    assured me.


    "Yes, just give him a chance to prove himself. If Charles really turns out to be the father of that child,


    then I will ask him to give you an exnation," Michael echoed.


    My mind was a mess and I couldn''t refuse them after listening to their words. Charles was also


    staring at me, waiting for my response.


    Avoiding his gaze, I turned to look out the window. ncing at the rainy skies that were as gloomy


    as my mood, I could not help but sigh.


    "It''s raining outside," Charles murmured, following my gaze.


    By then, everyone else also noticed that it was dark outside. The conversation hadsted longer


    than intended.


    "Tonight, you both can stay here," Christine suggested.


    I shook my head and replied, "I have to go back to the station. There is still something that I need to


    do."


    "How dare the TV station director make you work overtime?" Charles asked sullenly. "Give me his


    phone number. I will talk to him," he added, holding his phone in his hand.


    I quickly grabbed his phone. "It''s not like that. I have nothing to do now anyway, so why can''t I get


    some work done?"


    ''I wouldn''t be thinking too much about this if I was busy,'' I thought to myself. I needed something to


    keep me distracted, and if I am immersed in my work, then I would not have to dwell on such painful


    thoughts.


    "Work is important, but not at the cost of your well-being. Look,tely, you have lost a lot of weight."


    While caressing my hair, Christine red at Charles. "It''s all your fault."


    "Why are you ming me, Grandma?" Charles felt aggrieved with a look of disbelief in his eyes. "If


    you got along with her, then she wouldn''t need to go to work, would she?" Christine scolded


    Charles.


    "Grandma, Charles cannot be med for me wanting to work," I exined to Christine in a hurry,


    afraid that Charles might get annoyedter and forbid me from going to work, which would also be


    exactly what he wanted.


    Charles snorted, "I''d like for her to depend on me, but will she agree to that?"


    His words made me blush. What did he mean? Was our rtionship really that deep in his eyes?


    Not daring to look at him, I lowered my head and held Christine''s hand, acting like a spoiled kid.


    "Grandma, you are the best. Please let me go back to the TV station. I have already agreed to meet


    with a colleague." I gave an eager look at Christine.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    "No, I am sure that your colleague will understand. Besides, it''s pouring outside. I can''t let you go,"


    Christine refused, pretending to be sad. "You rarely evere here, and after staying for just a little


    while, you already want to leave. Why are you in such a hurry? Do you really find me that


    annoying?"


    "Grandma, it''s not like I find you annoying. In fact, I am also reluctant to leave you." I was in a real


    jam as I tried tofort Christine. I had no choice but topromise in the end.


    It was a hearty and warm dinner with everyone talking so freely at the table. Actually, aside from my


    rtionship with Charles, everything else about the Moore family was warm andforting.


    After dinner, everyone left, leaving Charles and I alone in the living room.


    "Which room are you going to sleep in tonight?" Charles asked me, taking the coffee from the


    servant.


    I ignored him, pretending to watch the TV. I knew why he was asking me that question. I could sleep


    in any room as long as it wasn''t with him.


    "Since you''ve applied for a divorce, don''t expect me to share a bed with you," he said in a noble


    tone, as he sipped on his coffee.


    I rolled my eyes at him. "You wish."


    ''What a narcissist!'' Sometimes, the things that Charles said could really make people angry. I


    wouldn''t sleep with him even if he begged me to!


    "You can sleep in my room, then. I will find another room to sleep in," he said.


    With a look of suspicion in my eyes, I inquired, "Why are you being so kind all of a sudden?"


    "Well, if I am not being a gentleman to you, then Grandma will me me." Charles rubbed his chin


    with an unreadable look in his eyes.


    I pouted as I turned to look at the TV again. "Whatever you want."


    Without saying more, Charles stood up from the sofa. "Excuse me, please let me pass."


    He wanted to walk past me, so I moved my leg to one side and looked at him crossly. "You can go


    the other way."


    "It''s too far from the stairs," heined with a t expression.


    ''Nonsense!'' It was obviously closer to the stairs, and he was just deliberately trying to disturb me.


    But before I could say anything, he squeezed past me with his hands in his pockets, looking


    childish.


    Since all the elders and Charles were gone, I was alone in the living room with just the sound from


    the TV. As Iy on the sofa, my body gradually rxed, and I fell asleep after the long day.


    Charles'' BOV:


    I could not stop thinking about Scarlett even after I got out of the shower. She was just downstairs,


    and yet I could not help missing her.


    I was thinking of how beautiful she was, regardless of whether she was angry or shy. She was as


    stunning as an indescribable work of art.


    I could not resist the restlessness in my heart, so I made up an excuse to get myself some water


    and walk downstairs. I just wanted to see her.


    The TV was still on, but Scarlett was fast asleep.


    I covered her with a nket. Like a little puppy, she nestled her face against the soft nket. I could


    not help but reach out and stroke her long smooth hair as I felt the love in my heart overflow.


    I took her hand and kissed it gently. I then looked at her intently, unwilling to blink.


    The image of her was carved so deep into my heart, which caused me to love her more and more. I


    really hoped that time would slow down so that I could watch her sleep quietly forever.


    Although I was just watching her sleep, my heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.


    I tucked her hands inside the nket and leaned forward to kiss her marble-like forehead.


    However, that was far from enough.


    I wanted to lean in and kiss her lips too.


    But Scarlett rolled over with her back to me, making me lose the chance to kiss her.


    With a helpless smile, I decided not to disturb her sleep anymore. I turned off the lights and the TV


    before I got into the nket and held her. She was still deep asleep as she ced her hands on my


    waist, her cheeks slightly flushed.


    I lowered my head and kissed her on the lips. Thinking of how much I loved her, I could not help but


    sigh in my heart.


    The next morning.


    By the time I was awake, it was still early in the morning. I continued to hold Scarlett for a long time


    before I finally let go of her.


    However, I reluctantly went back upstairs before she woke up. Or else, she would feel really


    embarrassed and use me for taking advantage of her while she was asleep.