Chapter 137: Suicide

Scarlett’s POV:

“Honey, what are you doing?” I asked when I noticed what Charles was doing.

In silence, he got on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips. Then, he gently kissed my forehead, my
brows, and my nose. I could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Call me that way again,” he demanded while kissing me.

“Honey.” I couldn’t resist his temptation, so I obliged to his request.

Charles smiled with satisfaction. While kissing me, he said, “My dearest wife.”

His kiss left me flustered. I buried my head in his chest, and let him carry me upstairs.

“I wanna do it right now. Is it okay?” Charles placed me on the bed and began to kiss me again.

“No, you can’t.” I immediately came to my senses.

“Why? Don’t you think I’m great in bed?” Charles asked as his face turned stern.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong! You’re amazing. It’s just that… I’ve only just gotten out of the hospital,
remember?” I chuckled helplessly.

After staring at me for a long time, Charles stood up and went to the bathroom.

When I heard the sound of running water, I breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched my
belly.

Each time we would have sex, Charles would become wild. It worried me that the child in my womb
could get hurt.



Not long after, he came out of the bathroom. He removed the towel around his waist, lay beside me,
and embraced me.

His hands felt cold. I wanted to move away, but he stopped me.

“If you keep moving like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” Charles murmured. Suddenly, I felt his
thick, hard cock poking the back of my waist. I tensed up and dared not move again.

“Honey, can we please do it today? I really want you,” Charles pleaded, kissing the back of my neck.

“We really can’t,” I said, determined to refuse his plea.

“Perhaps … we can do something else,” he said in a husky voice as he guided my hand down to his
penis.

I sighed and just allowed him to guide my hand in masturbating him. The sounds of his pleasured
moans were music to my ears.

When my hand felt sore, he finally came as he grunted with pleasure.

I was so tired that I fell asleep afterwards.

The next morning, I didn’t see Charles when I woke up.

Immediately got up to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Christine’s maid, Mary, came to
bring me breakfast.

I asked her to put it on the table, indulged in my thoughts. I was wondering if Charles had gone to see
Rita.

This morning, there was news about a famous actress who had tried and committed suicide. I kept on
thinking about it, and didn’t realize that I had been sitting at the table and staring blankly into space.



“Miss Scarlett, are you okay?” Mary asked as she put down the breakfast on the table. She seemed
worried that I was absentminded.

“I’m fine,” I said, shaking my head.

“But, you don’t look okay.” Mary was still concerned about me.

Later on, my phone began to ring..

“Scarlett, Mary told me that you’ve been absent minded the whole morning. Rita didn’t commit suicide
because of you. Try not to let it get to your head. There’s no need for you to feel guilty about it,” Alice
said to me over the phone.

“Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’m just wondering what kind of font I should use for the invitations,” I said
with a chuckle.

“Anyway, I’m about to have breakfast. I’ll talk to you next time when I go back. Bye, Mom!”

With that, I hung up the phone hurriedly.

Truthfully, I wasn’t that worried. I was just curious about what Charles would do next.

However, he didn’t come home until it was eleven in the morning, so I began to feel uneasy.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll go open the door.” I stopped Mary before she could stand up, got up, and trotted towards the door.

“Nina? Why are you here?” I asked. I was surprised to see Nina here.

“Oh, I just got back this morning!” she replied with a smile.



I immediately welcomed her in. While we were walking, Nina said, “My father wanted to ask me about
the withdrawal of the lawsuit.”

Upon hearing this, I paused. “Just withdraw the lawsuit. Go ahead.”

Even while speaking to Nina, I was still thinking about Rita.

“Hey, Scarlett? You’re acting weird. Is it because of Rita?” asked Nina.

I shook my head and said, “I’m just wondering if I should invite you to be one of the bridesmaids at the
wedding.”

Nina was looking at me with doubtful eyes, but I just smiled at her and said nothing.

“Are you really going to marry Charles?” she asked, sounding uncertain.

“Yes, I am.” I nodded in response.

“Why did you suddenly change your mind?” Nina asked tentatively.

After a moment of contemplation, I answered, “Back when I was abroad, I was in danger twice. I think
being with him is much safer for me.”

Upon hearing my lame excuse, Nina rolled her eyes at me. “You’re clearly marrying Charles because
you love him. In fact, even when you were a child, you already loved him!”

“We were kids at the time, but now we’re all adults.” After a brief pause, I continued, “I don’t have such
strong feelings for Charles as I did when I was a young girl.”

Right after I finished speaking, I sensed a sharp gaze from behind me.



When I saw how frightened Nina was, I turned around, only to find that Charles was standing at the
door, exuding a daunting presence.

“I’m here to ask her about the withdrawal of the lawsuit. On, by the way, congratulations on your
marriage! Anyway, I’ll be going home now. Ta-ta!” Nina sprang to her feet and scuttled out of the house.

Meanwhile, Charles approached me with a face devoid of emotion. I instinctively grabbed my clothes,
feeling a little scared.

“Um … weren’t you supposed to be at the hospital?” I lowered my head, averting my gaze from him.
And I changed the topic to avoid talking about what I just said.

Charles didn’t answer my question. Instead, he forced me to look into his eyes and asked, “What did
you mean by ‘I don’t have such strong feelings for Charles as I did when I was a young girl’?”

I took a deep breath, and decided to answer. “It was true that I used to be madly in love with you.”

“That just implies you don’t love me as much as you did before,” Charles sneered.

“That’s right,” I answered honestly.

I thought he would be angry with me, but to my surprise, he held my hand and said, “I deserve that. I
took you for granted back then. But I sincerely believe that you’ll change your opinion of me someday.”

Once more, the doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. Mary went to open the door. “Ah, Mr. and
Mrs. Moore!”

Ethan entered the house along with his assistant. They had brought my wedding dress.

When I heard how he addressed me, my heart began to race for some reason.



After exchanging pleasantries, we sat down on the living room sofa.

“You and Charles look absolutely perfect together! And you know, you two kind of look alike. It must be
because you’re in a relationship,” said Ethan.

Upon hearing that, I blushed.

“Well, many people have said in the past that Charles and I looked like brother and sister. Maybe we do
look alike.”

I smiled, keeping my distance from Charles.

Ethan laughed at my remark. “Mrs. Moore, you are hilarious.”

I noticed that Charles was looking at me, so I moved to the side. However, he pulled me closer towards
him.

Startled, I grabbed his arm by instinct.

“Oh, come on, you two! Please consider my feelings. I’m still single, you know!” Ethan remarked,
sounding disappointed.

I pushed Charles away and told him to let me go.

“What’s so wrong about holding my wife?” Charles asked as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

Ethan rolled his eyes at us. “Enough with the display of affection, please!”

I pushed Charles away again, this time harder. I was so embarrassed and annoyed that I could feel my
face heating up; even my ears were red!


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