Chapter 173 Let''s Get Married


    David''s POV:


    I took the opportunity and took Cathy to an empty box nearby. I could see that she was frightened.


    Her face was pale, and her body was trembling.


    What was more, her clothes were ruffled, and her beautifully coiled hair was now disheveled over


    her shoulders. Not only that, fear was written all over her pretty face.


    I patted her on the headfortingly. "It''s all right now. There''s nothing to be scared of anymore."


    Cathy pointed at my hand. "Y-you''re bleeding..." she said with a trembling voice.


    I lowered my gaze to look at my hand and shook my head indifferently as if the wound did not even


    hurt. I then looked her in the eye and solemnly said, "Let''s get married."


    Cathy looked at me in astonishment.


    "I said, let''s get married," I repeated, seeing that she was in a daze.


    "Is it because we slept together once?" Cathy shook off my hand and continued, "We were both


    drunk that night. It was an ident."


    "I don''t care if it was just an ident or not. I have to be responsible for you. So, let''s get married."


    "I refuse," Cathy said tly. If it were other girls, they would have been ecstatic. She, however, did


    not seem amused by my proposal.


    Although I was disappointed with her response, I did not show it. "Give me a reason why we


    shouldn''t get married. You''d better not tell me ame excuse like you''re poor and I''m rich and that


    we''re not meant to be together. In my eyes, family background is merely additional decoration to


    one''s characters. I don''t really care about it."


    Cathy pondered for a moment and then answered, "You''re too old for me."


    "Hey! I''m just eight years older than you." I did not know whether tough or cry. I must admit, I was


    not expecting that answer.


    "Eight years is big enough an age gap. My mother won''t let me be with someone much older than


    me."


    As soon as Cathy finished speaking, she shook off my hand, opened the door, and left. Of course, I


    hurriedly went out and tried to catch up with her.


    "Do you propose to every girl you sleep with?" Cathy scoffed when I finally caught up with her.


    I was dumbfounded. Truth be told, that night was the first time I had had sex. However, being a


    virgin was not something one should brag about, especially when you were old. How could I tell her


    that I was a virgin until that night?


    Cathy was a waitress in the bar, so she knew the ce very well. Although I tried to follow her


    closely, I eventually lost her.


    I returned to the box dejectedly. Fortunately,


    Charles and Spencer arrived not long after to apany me.


    Spencer looked around as soon as he entered the room. Seeing that I was alone, he looked at me


    with pity and asked, "Where is she?"


    "She ran away," I briefly answered, not in the mood for a chat.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Spencer was taken aback. "Ran away? Pfft. It turns out that you''re not as charming as I expected. I


    thought she''d be grateful for your help and agree to be with you."


    I sighed helplessly. "She thinks I''m too old for her."


    For a moment, Spencer was quiet. But, all of a sudden, he burst intoughter. Heughed so hard


    that he clutched his stomach as his insides hurt. "Damn! I can''t believe that you''re actually robbing


    the cradle!"


    I kicked him in annoyance. "Don''t go too far."


    "Why not? It''s hrious! Let meugh a little longer!" Spencer copsed on the sofa fromughing


    too hard.


    I was at a loss for words as I watched himugh and cry at the same time. For a second, I doubted


    if he was really my friend.


    Only Charles seemed to notice my wound. He kicked Spencer on the shin and ordered, "Stop it.


    Deal with his wound first."


    "Okay, okay. I''ll call Vivian." Spencer did as told, but he still had not stoppedughing.


    Vivian arrived a few momentster. She poured alcohol all over my wound to disinfect it. My wound


    stung and I frowned.


    But strangely... why did I not feel any pain earlier? "Hold on. The wound is a little deep." Vivian


    carefully treated my wound. Her hands were so light that I could barely feel what she was doing.


    "Charles, why''d youe sote? You just missed the chance to fight alongside me. Don''t you feel


    any remorse?" I asked teasingly while enduring the dull pain in my wound.


    Spencer rested his feet on the table and grumbled, "Cut the crap. You ran away with the girl and left


    me to fight alone." Sure enough, he looked as though he had just gotten into a fight. His shirt was


    unbuttoned, and he had several bruises on his body. He looked like a gangster.


    Meanwhile, Charles took a sip of wine. Unlike the two, he was unscathed. "You two are weak. It''s


    embarrassing to fight side by side with you. I''d rather video chat with Scarlett than fight with you."


    I stared daggers at Charles and gritted my teeth in indignation. "You really can''t resist the urge to


    gloat about your love life any chance you get, can you?"


    Charles chuckled. "Really? Well, I just can''t find a reason to avoid you. You''re my friends, after all."


    Spencer was dissatisfied with Charles as well. "Next time you quarrel with Scarlett, I''ll definitely


    laugh at you in your face. No, that won''t be enough. I''ll post your problem online, so thousands of


    people willugh at you as well." Charles looked at Spencer with narrowed eyes, "Go ahead. But I''ll


    be sure to issue a lonely hearts ad for you first."


    Spencer immediately raised his arms as if to surrender. "You know what? Let''s stop fighting. We''re


    friends! Anyway,e on. Let''s drink and forget that we''ve just said. I''d like to propose a toast for


    all of us."


    The three raised their sses and clinked them with one another. With that, they drank up the


    alcohol to drown their sorrows.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I got up early today. I was full of excitement as I would finally see Charles after a long time.


    In fact, I spent thirty minutes just choosing the perfect outfit for today. In the end, I settled with a


    cotton dress that Charles had bought for me.


    Ibed up my hair and put on delicate makeup. I wanted to look stunning when I finally got to see


    Charles.


    Once I was all dolled up, I sat down on the sofa in the living room and waited for him. However,


    about an hourter, he still had not arrived. I was starting to get worried. He had never beente to


    anything. Just then, the doorbell rang.


    Excited, I stood up at once. Meanwhile, J followed and reminded me, "Mrs. Moore, watch your


    step."


    I walked to the door anxiously. Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath and turned to J.


    "Is my makeup okay? Is my hair fine? Does my lipstick look good and not smudged?"


    J smiled. "You look stunning."


    I opened the door excitedly, only to be disappointed in the end. Instead of seeing Charles outside


    the door, what I saw was a package.


    I frowned in confusion. I was not expecting any package today. Besides, who would send me that?


    J stepped out, took the package in, and closed the door behind her.


    Then, she put the package in front of me and reassured me, "Mr. Moore should be here soon.


    Would you like to check the package first?"


    I nodded in response. I opened the box, and my eyes widened in shock with what I saw. Inside the


    box were several photos in it, including photos of a contract with the signatures of Nate and my


    father.


    I put the photos aside, and I noticed that there was also a sh drive in the box.


    "I''m going upstairs. Call me when Charles arrives." I took sh drive with me and went upstairs.


    I returned to my room. For a moment, I contemted whether or not I should check the contents of


    the sh drive. In the end, I decided to do it.


    I plugged it into myputer and found that it only contained a recording. Without further ado, I put


    on my headphones and yed the audio.


    It sounded like two people were talking. One was Nate, and the other voice sounded as if it had


    been processed.


    "Wish us sess." That was thest thing I heard. But even when the recording was over, I


    remained in a daze. It took me a moment before I regained myposure.


    I stared at theputer screen, lost in thought. I felt as though my heart was torn apart because of


    what I had just heard.


    While I was in deep thought, my phone vibrated. I took a look at it and found that Charles was


    calling.


    I could not make my mind if I should answer it. In the end, I did not.


    I stared at myptop and recalled the audio I had just listened to. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of


    my stomach at the thought of them.


    If all this was true, how could I face Charles?


    All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot across my heart and belly.


    I curled up on the ground in pain. My vision was bing hazy, and I felt that I was spiraling into


    the darkness little by little.


    "Scarlett..."


    I heard someone call my name.


    It sounded like Charles, and he was anxious.


    The next second, the darknesspletely devoured me.