Chapter 339 Want To Run Away


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I wasn''t sure if it was because of seeing Nancy during the day, but I had a nightmare around


    midnight.


    In my dream, she took away my kids, and even mocked and humiliated me in front of Charles.


    To make matters worse, Charles asked my three kids to call Nancy their mother.


    When I woke up screaming, he was awakened.


    He immediately got up to turn on the light. Then, he embraced me from behind and attempted to


    comfort me. "Were you having a nightmare, Scarlett? There''s no need to be afraid. I''m right here."


    The sound of his voice was soothing to my ears, and I could feel just how worried he was for me.


    Sadly, it wasn''t enough to appease my apprehension. It only made me feel more terrified.


    As I recalled what happened in my dream, tears fell from my eyes.


    By the time Iposed myself, I found myself holding onto Charles.


    I quickly let go of his hands.


    "Hey, hey... are you alright, Scarlett? How do you feel?" Charles was staring at me with worried


    eyes.


    I shot him a re and turned my back to him.


    If I ever get the chance to leave this ce, I would certainly take all my kids away!


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    Never would I allow my kids to call Nancy their mother.


    Not long after, Charles turned off the lights again, and embraced me once more.


    "There''s no need to be afraid, honey. I''ll always be by your side." As he hugged me from behind, he


    wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes.


    His embrace was warm, but my entire body felt cold.


    "Charles, stop calling me that. We can''t get back together!" I tried to shake his arms off me, but he


    held me even tighter.


    "If you keep moving your arms like that Scarlett, I can''t guarantee that I won''t do something to you!"


    Charles warned.


    His words were enough to scare me. Fearing that he would actually try to escte this into


    something sexual, I decided to give up on struggling.


    The following morning, Charles told me that he had to go to a meeting at thepany.


    Once he was gone, I took out the phone that William gave mest time.


    The only thing on my mind right now was to leave here as soon as possible, and get the hell away


    from Charles.


    Nervously, I turned on my phone, only to find that there was no signal. It turned out that I couldn''t


    even send out a text message.


    Charles must''ve nted a signal jammer in the room somehow.


    He was leaving me no chance to contact the outside world.


    Thest glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished. Despair overwhelmed me, and tears fell


    from my eyes.


    ''What am I supposed to do to escape this ce?'' I wondered.


    I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, holding the phone.


    This ward seemed ordinary, but it was actually heavily guarded. The thought of it alone was enough


    to make me feel suffocated to the point that I could hardly breathe.


    For me, this wasn''t a ward; it was a cage.


    I opened the door, and there I saw three guards waiting outside.


    J and Tracy walked up to me when they saw me at the door.


    "Scarlett, is there something I can do for you?" asked Tracy.


    "I feel stuffy inside the room. I wanna go downstairs to breathe some fresh air," I answered.


    J and Tracy exchanged awkward nces.


    At this time, Richard approached me and said, "Mrs. Moore, you''re allowed to go outside, but


    please allow the three of us to apany you." After a moment of hesitation, I figured Tracy would


    be the best one to apany me. "Can you just let Tracy follow me around? It''s too eye -catching


    if all of youe with me."


    "Please don''t make things difficult for us. Mr. Moore has tasked us to follow you wherever you go. If


    anything bad happens to you, he''s going to punish us for it," Richard responded, seemingly having


    read my mind.


    Because of that, I had no choice but to agree.


    This had been the first time I would leave the ward and go downstairs since I was hospitalized.


    However, I wasn''t in the mood to appreciate the scenery.


    I was looking around at all the peopleing and going. Finally, Iid eyes on an old woman sitting


    on a chair and fiddling with her mobile phone.


    As I stared at the phone in her hand, hope returned to my heart.


    Calmly, I approached her.


    "Hello, ma''am. Do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked politely.


    The old woman nodded. I stifled my excitement and sat next to her.


    While I was talking to her, I thought of how I could borrow her phone.


    As our conversation kept going, I noticed that she was afraid when she saw Richard and the others


    behind me. This was when I realized that an opportunity hade.


    "Can you guys give us some space? You''re scaring her," I remarked.


    "J, stay here and watch over Mrs. Moore." I could tell that Richard was concerned about leaving


    me alone. After a moment of hesitation, he left J here with me.


    A frown appeared on my face, for I was dissatisfied with his decision.


    Seemingly noticing my displeasure, Richard exined to the old woman, "I''m really sorry about this,


    ma''am. But Mrs. Moore is in poor health, and we can''t leave her on her own. I hope you can


    understand."


    Once Richard and Tracy were far away, I scoffed at J and asked, "Did Charles order you to spy


    on me?"


    "We''re not spying on you, Scarlett. We''re looking after you." J frowned back, immediately


    correcting my assumption.


    This time, I didn''t say anything. Clearly, this ruse of "looking after me" was just a term for monitoring


    me.


    "You haven''t been married for long, have you? It sounds like your husband cares about you very


    much," said the old woman.


    A bitter smile appeared on my face.


    J kept on staring at me the whole time, and for that reason, I couldn''t ask the old woman if I


    could borrow her phone.


    Even when I was back at the ward, I still didn''t want to give up. I came up with an excuse to go


    downstairs again, but then I ran into Charles. He had just returned from thepany.


    I sat on one of the benches, feeling desperate.


    "Would you like to sit there a little longer, Scarlett?" Charles walked towards me and sat down.


    Ignoring him, I lowered my gaze.


    After a moment of silence, he held my hands.


    His hands felt warm to the touch,pletely enveloping my own.


    The thought of being imprisoned and monitored by this man for these past few days made me feel


    so disgusted by him that I wanted to escape from him. Sadly, I failed at every turn.


    "Don''t move. Your hands feel cold. Let me warm them up for you," Charles remarked, holding my


    hands tighter.


    "I don''t need you to do that for me!" I growled, struggling even harder.


    He knitted his brows, pulling me into his arms.


    "I know what you''re up to, Scarlett. But mark my words; I won''t let you go. Ever. Just give up on


    whatever you''re nning," Charles whispered as he leaned close to my ear.


    Upon hearing that, I felt tense.


    I didn''t expect that he''d figure out my n so soon. I felt even more desperate now.


    Once again, I began to struggle away from him in silence.


    Charles exerted more strength to embrace me tight. And soon, I was running out of energy.


    Desperate and afraid, I asked, "Charles, what can I do to make you let me go?"


    "Nothing. I will never agree to that." Even as we spoke, he still wouldn''t stop hugging me.


    The stern manner in which he spoke brought despair to my heart. This time, I gave up on struggling


    and just let my tears fall down.


    Charles was holding me as though he feared that I''d run away if he let go for even a second.


    Silence ensued between us.


    He didn''t take me back to the ward until it was nightfall.