Chapter 246 I Would Give My Life To You


    Lily''s POV:


    I made my way back to my seat upstairs, but my eyes still lingered on Charles and Scarlett.


    "Charles and his wife are really good at pretending to be innocent." I couldn''t help but sneer


    derisively.


    Emma, who was beside me, shook her head.


    "Honestly, I think Charles is like a wolf in sheep''s clothing. He''s intimidating even when he smiles.


    He may seem calm and collected, but the second the opportunity rises, he''d strike the enemy


    without hesitation and tear them into pieces, still with that smile."


    As Emma spoke, her voice was full of admiration and yearning.


    Indeed, Charles was an attractive man, charming and powerful. Unfortunately, there was only one


    woman who could be with him, and that was Scarlett. This was the conclusion that countless idiotic


    women was forced to swallow after going through great pains to win over Charles, only to fail.


    "Say, Lily. I heard you''ve slept with Charles?" Emma asked tentatively, eager for gossip.


    "I don''t know where you heard that from, but it''s not true." I cast a cold nce at her and said,


    "Charles doesn''t even like Rita, much less an unknown actress like me! How could I possibly have


    an affair with him?"


    Emma was quite surprised at my reply. "What happened to you? Why are you suddenly talking like


    that?"


    The expectation brimming in Emma''s face faded away, reced with disappointment and surprise.


    "What, haven''t I suffered enough?" I sneered again, my eyes burning with hate. "It''s all because of


    Rita. All I want to do right now is take over Lively Group and make herpletely broke!"


    "You say that, but there''s nothing left in Lively Group now..." Emma grumbled in a low voice,


    annoyed. "Why do you have to fight with a loser?" "A starving camel is better than a horse. Besides,


    I deserve this." I clenched my hands into angry fists, and my long nails almost dug into my palms.


    Lively Group was the reason I lost my son!


    He used to be the flesh and blood resting in my womb, waiting toe out to the world for me to


    see. I was full of expectations. I wanted to meet him so badly.


    After I lost him, I couldn''t fall asleep. I stood awake for many nights, wallowing in misery. Whenever


    I closed my eyes, I dreamed of his miserable and bloody appearance as he called for me, saying


    ''Mother''...


    At that time, I swore. I would make Rita pay for everything, even if it was thest thing I do!


    "Karma''s a bitch. Have you read the gossip news about Rita recently? She got beaten up so badly


    in the streets, but Charles just stood by and did nothing! Ha, ha, ha!"


    Emma gloated, deeply amused. When she mentioned Charles''s name, however, her face was filled


    with yearning once more.


    "Rumor has it that Charles refused to save Rita because he was afraid of his wife. That''s so


    ridiculous! Charles doesn''t take Rita seriously at all," I exined calmly. I couldn''t help but remind


    her and added carefully, "Emma, let me give you some advice. Whatever you''re thinking about


    Charles, stop it."


    After that, I said nothing more.


    "Of course I''ll listen to your advice!" Emma then hooked my arm with hers in a ttering manner.


    "Obviously, everyone in the city can see that! If anyone dares to destroy the rtionship between


    Mr. and Mrs. Moore, he or she will end up just like Rita! It''s practically suicide."


    With that, she removed her arm from mine and proceeded to browsing the menu card. It seemed


    that she had given up the idea of seducing Charles, at least for now.


    Recalling Rita''s tragic fall in the news, delight spread everywhere in me. I was ecstatic!


    But, this was far from enough.


    That wretched woman needed to suffer much, much more.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    After we had our lunch, Charles insisted on sending me to the TV station. We soon arrived at the


    gate, but he didn''t have the slightest intention of leaving.


    Charles crossed his arms in front of his chest, staunch and defiant. His casual ck suit made him


    look more slender and elegant, giving him a dashing image.


    "Aren''t you going to work, honey?" Charles urged me gently, a calm smile on his face.


    He had always been the focus of the crowd wherever he went, and that fact remained even until


    now. He was only standing at the door of the TV station, but had already attracted the attention of


    many colleagues passing by. They kept looking back frequently, unable to tear their eyes away from


    him.


    "Of course I have to work! Look, Charles. The rules of the TV station permit admittance to staff


    only." I poked his arm, frustrated, and begged in a hurried whisper, "So you better leave now."


    "I''m not an outsider here," said Charles, taking my hand. "You don''t have a good memory, Scarlett.


    Let me help you recall something. I''ve spent a lot of money on this TV station. How about I ask the


    head of the TV station to prove it?" He gave me a mischievous and cheeky gaze, as if he was


    certain that I had no reason to drive him away.


    I drew back my hand angrily, past the limits of my patience. "Fine! Then just stay here, Mr. Sponsor.


    I don''t have the time to entertain you." With a huff, I turned around and strode into my office.


    Charles followed me quietly, and then sat obediently on the sofa in front of me.


    I cast him a cross re, my annoyance rising. Charles took out his phone and shook it at me, as if


    trying to promise me that he would stay obediently in the office and not disturb anyone.


    However, there was one thing he didn''t take ount for.


    He didn''t know it, but to me, staying in the same space as him interfered with my work.


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    It was difficult for me to ignore what Charles was doing, even as I tried to concentrate on my job.


    There was a pile of work in front of me, waiting to be finished, but my mind would involuntarily


    wander and get attracted to Charles.


    I wasn''t the only one who was attracted to his charm, however.


    During tea breaks, I noticed several young women passing by the door of my office frequently. They


    were eager to drop by and sneak several nces at Charles, wanting to see more of him.


    As I looked at their shy, excited faces, I couldn''t help but be reminded of my secret love for Charles


    in the past, and how I used to pursue him. And now, he had really be my man and the father of


    my child.


    I found it to be surreal. Everything felt like a lovely dream.


    *****


    Soon, it was time to get off work. One after another, my colleagues left the ce.


    Charles was still focusing on his phone, showing no signs of impatience. He looked calm and


    leisurely.


    Having finished my work, I grabbed my chair and sat down in front of Charles. I poked my head


    curiously to look at his phone screen.


    As it turned out, he was browsing at the daily photos I posted on my Facebook.


    There were pictures of myself and James on my feed.


    "Instead of managing the millions of businesses you have in yourpany, you wasted a whole day


    here. You should calcte how much money you''ve lost today, Charles." I shook my head in mock


    sadness, feigning regret.


    "Nothing''s more important than apanying you." Charles''s face carried regret as well. He looked


    sadder than me, in fact. "You didn''t post my photos much on Facebook. I''m so sad..."


    Charles seldom uttered such sweet nothings.


    So whenever he said things like this, it was still quite incredible to me.


    "Am I so important to you? More important than your life?" I took out the pen from the pocket of my


    shirt and twirled it in my hand casually as I waited for his answer.


    The next second, I grabbed Charles''s tie and pulled him closer to me. At the same time, I pointed


    the tip of the pen gently against his neck. "Your wife wants your life. Will you give it to her?"


    Unexpectedly, Charles replied by wrapping his arms around my waist and forcing me to sit on his


    lap. The pen on my hand shook from this sudden movement, and I almost poked him by ident.


    "Be careful!" I eximed in a fit of panic, rmed. However, Charles held my hand and pressed the


    tip of the pen directly against his artery.


    "If you want my life, Scarlett, your hands can''t tremble like that." The look on his face was extremely


    gentle, as if what he intended to give me was merely an unimportant toy.


    "Before, I would have hesitated. But now, I''ll give you my life without a second thought should you


    want it." He leveled a deep gaze at me as he spoke. There was no humor in his voice, and he


    looked dead serious. "I''ll give you whatever you want, Scarlett."


    This... This crazy man!


    Immediately, my grip on the pen loosened and it fell to the floor.