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Goodbye, My Irresistible Love - Chapter 42
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Scarlett’s POV:
“You are the one who proposed the divorce. You served me the papers the day I flew in home, remember?” I corrected Charles.
“Yes. I just don’t want you to bring it up every chance you get. What if you regret divorcing me one day.” Once again he was trying to sound all cool about the issue, but I thought he was just making an excuse.
“That’s not going to happen.” I firmly stated.
“Why are you so sure? Have you gotten a new boyfriend?” Charles asked, his voice taking on a sharp edge.
“As a matter of fact I have. He is intelligent, wealthy and powerful. And we love each other very much, so yes I am sure I will never regret divorcing you.” I said like a winner.
“Scarlett.” Charles shouted angrily.
Then his phone on the tea table rang. As expected, the caller was his sweetheart Rita.
The anger on Charles face suddenly disappeared. He glanced at his ringing phone and then looked at me. He hesitated for a long time before picking up his phone and putting it on speaker.
“Hi Charles. I didn’t mean to make Christine angry last time. Can you take me to her today? I want to apologize.” Rita said in a soft voice.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. She hasn’t fully recovered yet. I don’t want to stress her out. Let’s just wait for her to get better, okay?” Charles replied without any expression on his face.
“Very well. Can you come accompany me today. I am lonely and I miss you very much.”
If I had not known Rita, I would not have recognised her voice over the phone. I found it hard to believe that she could speak in such as sincere tone.
I did not want to evasdrop on their conversation anymore, so I put on my shoes and walked towards the door. But when I realized that I was still in Charles pajamas I hallted.
“I will swing by if I have time, alright? Goodbye.” Rita tried to stop Charles from hanging up on her but she did not succeed. Before she could say anything more he already cut the line.
Charles tossed his phone to the tea table and look up at me.
“Grandma want us to come see her at the hospital”
“Okay, but I have to go home first to change.” Taking a look at his pajamas that I was wearing, Charles picked up his phone again and called his assistant. “Send me a set of women’s clothes.”
I took that as no on my going home to change and headed to the living room. I sat on the sofa and waited for Charles’ assistant to arrive.
About half an hour later, someone rang the doorbell. I stood up and answered the door. Charles assistant was standing outside with the shopping bag.
“Hello Mrs Moore. Here are your clothes.”
The words ‘Mrs Moore’ threw me of for a second. In the past charge staff addressed me as ‘Miss Rilay’. I did not understand the sudden change I was so started that I could only choke my reply.
Thanksfully after handing me the bag Charles’ assistant just slightly bowed and left sparing me the humiliation.
I closed the door and took the clothes to the living room. I started rummaging through the contents of the bag and I found myself blushing.
“Why did you ask your assistant to buy me this kind of clothes.”
I was expecting the change of clothes in the bag but not underwear.
I felt even more embarrassed imaging Charles’ male assistant buying some woman’s underwear at the store.
“Don’t you want to them. I can go to the store myself and by you another pair if you like.” Charles teased
I rolled my eyes so hard that they ached.
Would I ever let him buy me a set of underwear? I would rather wear the ones, his assistant bought.
I went to the bedroom to change my clothes. To my surprise, Charles assistant was not only considerate but also has good taste in clothes. The pieces he picked for me, fit very well and look amazing. I love the blue dress with the defined waist. It hugged my body like it was tailor-made for me.
After changing my clothes I went out of the bed room and Charles flashed me a satisfied smile.
I walked over to him, took my phone and pulled up my banking app, I said casually, “Thank you for the clothes. I will wire you the money right now to pay for them.”
“Don’t bother. They are just clothes, consider them as a gift.” Charles frowned when I told him I wanted to pay him back.
Well the clothes were not cheap. While I was changing earlier, I paid special attention to the price tag on each article of clothing. I estimated the whole set to cost around tens of thousands of dollars.
It was not a sum small sum of money. And as early as now, even if we were not yet officially divorced I wanted to exercise my own financial independence, and that started with not spending his money.
Charles glared at me once again. He was unhappy.
“How about you thank me in a different way.”
I flashed him a confused look.
He did not say anything for a while but just when I thought he was going to make some excessive request he stood up and walked over to the fridge.
“You haven’t had breakfast yet. I am making the sandwich, do you want one?”
I followed him to the kitchen.
“How about I make breakfast for you to thank you?”
“Can you cook?” Charles stopped and looked me doubtfully.
“I would like to try.”
I did not know how to cook but maybe I could try making some sandwiches. They might not be as good as the ones Charles made, but I was sure they would not be that bad.
Charles tilted his head and motioned for me to come forward. I walked over and opened the fridge and took out some ingredients.
Charles stood aside and watched me intently. After making sure that I got the right stuff, he let me begin.
I took a pan and put it on the stove on medium heat.
Charles liked this eggs over easy, bread without too much butter and he always cut his chicken ****** into thin slices. I moved around the kitchen as if I was on auto pilot and kept in mind Charles’ food preferences.
Charles stood there and watched me with the smile on his face.
“Wow, I didn’t expect that you know how I like my food.”
“Is this how you like your sandwich? I just did it without really thinking about it.” I did not want to admit that he was right about me knowing how he likes his food.
Charles simply beemed.
Soon I served him the best sandwich I could make. He looked long and hard at it and thought for a long time before finally saying something.
“Stay”
“What?” I looked at Charles in surprise.
“I am asking you to stay”
Charles looked deeply into my eyes. I was a bit taken aback by the abrupt sincerity in his voice. I put my sandwich down and stared back at him.
“I don’t understand”
“Which part?”
“All of it. I mean we are going to divorce.”
“That’s not what I meant Scarlett. I just don’t want Grandma and Grandpa to worry about you so please consider staying. You don’t have to do it for me. Do it for them. After all you are family and they will always want the best for you. They will be more at peace if they know you are safe.”