Scarlett’s POV:
“I said I want this wedding more than anyone else,” Charles repeated himself, looking at me.
As I smiled bitterly, a hint of disappointment flashed in my eyes.
“Don’t you want to be with me?” Charles stood up and slowly walked towards me.
“I just want to keep a low profile,” I answered, shaking my head.
“We are already married. The wedding is just a ceremony.” He seemed to be so emotional that his eyes
were almost red.
“But it’s not something that I want,” I said in a firm voice.
“But I want the whole world to see you wearing a wedding dress for me,” Charles said softly.
I hung my head and sat on the edge of the bed without saying anything to him.
“I’ll get some water to wash your feet.” Saying that with a sigh, Charles left.
“Charles, you are going to get tired of me sooner or later.”
Looking at his back, I could not help but shout.
He paused and said in a casual tone, “Even if it means that I would get tired of you in the future, we
should still try to build our love first, right?”
I was speechless, and did not know what to say. Charles walked out of the bathroom with a bucket in
his hand. Helping me soak my feet in the soothing warm water, he was so gentle and focused.
“Charles, I don’t want a wedding with you,” I repeated firmly.
“I know.”
His attitude rendered me speechless.
“You are going to regret marrying someone you don’t love.”
Saying that, I dropped my hands feebly.
“I love you, and I’m certain of it. But as for whether you feel the same about me or not, I think you
should ask that to yourself.”
Charles looked at me with determination in his eyes.
I did not know what to say, and I was clearly dumbfounded. Without saying more,I wanted ihis wedding
Charles wiped my feet dry and walked to the bathroom to empty the bucket.
I was lost in thought as I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“You haven’t changed your sanitary pad the entire day.” Standing by the bed, Charles looked at me.
“So you weren’t on your period at all, were you?”
I kept silent, feeling a little upset that I completely forgot about it.
“Do you find it amusing to lie to me?” I shook my head instinctively.
“You are my woman, and you can’t avoid such things. Besides, I am a man with a strong sexual
desire,” Charles said lightly as he leaned down to kiss my neck.
I groaned and tried to resist him. Charles made me lie straight as he looked into my eyes.
“Why can’t you try to accept me?” There was a hint of confusion in his tone.
I gave a helpless sigh as I said, “I don’t have confidence in you.”
“But haven’t you loved me ever since you were a kid?” Charles reminded me in a confident tone.
“I only did it because I was young and thoughtless.” I looked away in embarrassment.
“Then you are more thoughtless now!” he sneered.
“Do you still want me?” I asked him in an angry tone.
“Of course, I do!” Charles continued to explain with a smile, “Men always value the things more when
they have to suffer to get it. If you are obedient and submissive, then I might get tired of you before the
wedding, and we’ll probably not have to hold a wedding ceremony at all.”
My heart felt heavy again when I heard those words. “If you would get tired of me so soon… Then how
are we supposed to spend the rest of our lives together?”
“You want to be with me for the rest of our lives, don’t you?” Charles said with a smile, rubbing my nose
playfully. I turned away and ignored him. I knew that he was doing it on purpose.
“I was just kidding. Anyway, I won’t let you get away from me again.” Saying that, he kissed me on the
forehead.
“Can you really do that?” I asked, looking at him with suspicion in my eyes.
“I promise, I will,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.
But without any second thoughts, I immediately pushed him away. He had already Wanted This
Wedding hurt me once, and I did not want to let him hurt me again.
“Why not?” Charles asked with a frown.
“I’m just tired.” I massaged my forehead in exhaustion.
He looked at me calmly and said, “That’s not good enough, honey.”
Even after thinking for a while, I still could not come up with a convincing excuse. All of a sudden, I felt
a chill on my chest and looked down to see that he had unbuttoned my shirt.
“Wait!” I grabbed his hands and suddenly thought of an idea. “I have a stomachache.
“Really?” he asked, looking at me suspiciously.
“Yes!” I pretended to seem very sincere.
“Where exactly does it hurt?” His eyes were filled with worry and panic as he placed his hand over my
belly.
Flustered, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the side of my stomach.
“Here.”
Since I used too much strength, I grimaced from the pain.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said nervously.
When I saw how panicked he was, I could not help but be stunned.
Seeing him rummaging through the closet in a hurry, I quickly said, “I’m fine now.”
He immediately put down the clothes, walked back to the bed, and looked down at me. There was still
a hint of worry in his eyes.
“What happened really?”
“I just don’t want to…” I said in a guilty tone, lowering my head.
Charles was clearly angry as he turned around, closed the wardrobe, and looked at me with his hands
on his hips. I could not bring myself to look at him, so I turned around and lay with my back facing him.
I suddenly felt the mattress sink a little and his arms wrap around me.
“Come and face me.” His tone was imperative, like he was feeling a little awkward. It was so cute.
I lay obediently, and he hugged me warmly. Charles kissed me on the forehead before he turned off the
bedside lamp.
Seeing that, I suddenly felt nervous.
“Sleep,” he said in a gentle voice.
With a sigh of relief, I slowly drifted to sleep.
The next day, I woke up with a sore throat. When I opened my eyes, I felt a burning pain in my throat
and I felt a little dizzy.
After I freshened up, I walked to the living room in low spirits. “Did you get sick?”
Alice touched my forehead with a worried look.
“I seem to have caught a cold,” I replied in a hoarse voice, and immediately felt a sting in my throat
again.
Alice looked at me lovingly before she turned to Charles and glared at him. “It’s all your fault. You
insisted on climbing the mountain despite the cold weather, and that’s why Scarlett now has a cold.”
Charles silently brought me a thermometer and some fever medicines. “Go away. I’ll take care of her.
Even looking at you pisses me off!” After driving him away, she walked back to my room with me.
Charles’ POV:
What was wrong with me? Why did I take Scarlett hiking? I blamed Spencer for
telling me that hiking was a good way for me and Scarlett to build our relationship. After my mom drove
me away, I walked to the study.
“Why are you here? Why aren’t you accompanying your wife?” My father asked, looking at me in
surprise.
“Dad, can you do me a favor? Pressure Scarlett and make her agree to the wedding,” I asked, ignoring
the surprised look in his eyes. My father sighed helplessly. “Even if you have a wedding ceremony, you
can’t win Scarlett over, and your marriage might end up being a mess.”
My heart was teeming with emotions, and I could not say anything.My father stood up and patted me
on the shoulder with a smile.
“Boy, we should not rush her. Women don’t like it when they being pushed too hard.”
“Dad, let’s go have breakfast first,” I said heavily and walked downstairs with him.
After we finished eating, Scarlett insisted that she had to go to the TV station. I could not make her
change her mind, so I drove her to work. It was a quiet ride.
“I’ve booked an air ticket for this afternoon,” Scarlett said to me as soon as we arrived at the TV station.
“We’re going to be really busy for a while. Just cancel the air ticket,” I said lightly, glancing at her.
“Why are we going to be busy?” Scarlett murmured in a low voice.
I stared at her for a long time before I finally said, “We have to take wedding photos, decorate the
wedding venue, and send invitations. So we’re obviously going to be busy.”
“You have taken wedding photos with Rita, so I am not going to take photos with you” Scarlett said in a
sobbing tone, looking up at me.
I could not help but feel that it was all my fault.
“If you refuse, then I will stay here just to keep a close eye on you.”
“Bye!” Scarlett hissed and unbuckled her seat belt. I couldn’t help but caress her soft hair. But she
shook off my hand, glaring at me.
“I won’t try on wedding dresses or take wedding photos,” she added resolutely before she got off the
car.
Without saying anything, I watched her walk into the company and then drove away. No matter what
Scarlett said… I was determined to hold a wedding ceremony for us!
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