Bye, My Irresistible Love Chapter 250

Bye, My Irresistible Love Chapter 250-Scarlett’s POV:

As dusk approached, the lights outside the window grew dim. The sunset glow tinted the darkening sky a brilliant red.

When we arrived at Moore mansion, no one was home. The servants told us that Charles’ family had taken James along to visit their friends.

I was a little disappointed, since I hadn’t seen James for the whole day.

“Isn’t it good for us to have some quality time alone?” Charles said, grabbing my hand.

In return, I glared crossly at him. Suddenly, my phone rang.

I took out my phone and saw that it was a message was from Vivian. “What do you think of her?”

Attached was a photo of a woman. She looked beautiful, but seemed to be vulgar in temperament.

I instantly replied to Vivian, “She’s not as pretty as you.”

“You’re such a sweet talker! I bet you can always make your husband happy, right? Or did Charles get angry because you were drunk last night?”

“I don’t think so.”

After ending our conversation, I put my phone aside and thought about Charles’s behavior when we woke up this morning. He acted the same way as usual. On the contrary, I had a terrible headache because of my hangover. My body was in pain and was sore everywhere.

Wait, sore and painful?

I immediately stared at Charles. “Charles. Last night, did we…?”

“I wish.” Charles narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze filled with both desire and dissatisfaction. “But since you have your period, I couldn’t do anything.”

Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing. I didn’t dare to look at him a second longer.

As it so happened, I received a call there and then. I took the opportunity to shake off Charles’s hand and answered the phone. It was the leader of the TV station. “Scarlett, you need to go to France for the interview this Friday. I’m sorry, but honestly, I don’t feel comfortable about leaving this task to anyone else.”

I gave my agreement and accepted the task without complaint.

“Who’s on the phone?” Charles asked, raising his head at me.

“My boss requested me to go on a business trip to France on Friday.”

“Business trip? With whom?” Charles furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, his displeasure evident. “Do you really have to go? How many days will you stay there?”

He started shooting questions rapid-fire. I couldn’t help laughing. “It’s just an interview! Don’t worry, it won’t take a long time.”

Charles gripped my hand with a long face. His lips were pulled into an unhappy frown. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“This is my job. You’ve been on business trips before, but I never stopped you.” His reaction rendered me helpless. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, now, I don’t want to leave you,” he muttered. My hand was slowly warmed up by his palm, and as he did so, my heart felt warmed as well.

I took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek and coaxed him softly in a gentle tone, “I’ll video chat with you every day.”

“Okay, but you have to turn on your phone 24 hours a day. We can’t lose contact at all, not even for a second!” Charles compromised, looking less gloomy.

“No problem,” I agreed readily.


Like a child, Charles bombarded me with request upon request. I accepted them all patiently, nodding all the while as I placated him.

After a long while, Charles finally gave his assent. He held me in his arms and murmured, “You have to come back quickly.”


After dinner, I proposed to pick

up James, but Charles pulled me to the sofa and laid down with me. He rested his head on my lap, closing his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ve sent someone to pick them up.”

I relaxed at that, and proceeded to pinch his soft earlobe in a show of discontent. “And why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Well, I didn’t want James to disturb us.”

He stroked my belly slowly, and the warmth in his palm emitted soft heat to me. “Will that make you feel better?”

I smiled, amused and touched. “Yes, but my period doesn’t hurt much this time. Don’t worry.”

Charles then leaned over and gave a soft, affectionate peck on my belly. He whispered meaningfully, “Finish it quickly.”

I was at a loss, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. This man was really full of desire!


The next day, I went to work as usual. But just as I was about to get off the car, a group of reporters suddenly rushed towards me.

I closed the door right away, slamming it shut before they could reach me. “What’s happening?”

“They’re coming for us!” Janet exclaimed, her face darkening.

The reporters surrounded my car, swarming around like nosy flies and blocking my path of escape. They slapped and smacked the car windows wildly, uncaring of their actions.

“Mrs. Moore! Did you really stop Mr. Moore from saving Miss Lively?”

“Rumor has it that you’re a jealous woman! Do you have any words on that?”

“Why are you so cold-blooded?”

Their incessant questions made my head ache. I rubbed my temples in annoyance, disgruntled.

“We can’t stay here forever. The reporters will never leave,” Tracy grumbled, sighing.

Janet thought of an idea and suggested, “How about we drive to the back door?”

“Let’s try that.”

Janet immediately started the engine and honked loudly, scaring the reporters. Seeing that the car was about to move, they slowly stepped back to make way for the vehicle. And so, we took the opportunity to leave.

Soon, the car stopped at the back door. But just like before, the reporters reappeared and surrounded us again.

When Janet opened the door, two female reporters who were standing next to the door suddenly collapsed. Alarmed, I hurried out of the car to check if they were injured.

“Mrs. Moore, did you order your bodyguard to hit the reporters?”

One voice questioned. Instantly, all the other reporters pressed the shutters madly at me.

Seeing this, I rose my voice and immediately commanded Janet, “Janet, record a video with your phone and send it to Charles. Make sure you have all of their faces.”

Janet nodded and whipped out her phone in an instant.

At this, all of the reporters stepped back fearfully.

Tracy then grabbed the chance to pull me away from the crowd, and we fled from the scene as quickly as we could.

As soon as I arrived at the office, my phone rang. It was Charles.

I pressed the answer key, and Charles’s worried voice came out. “Scarlett! Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

The minute I heard his voice, the uneasiness in my heart dissipated in an instant. A smile graced my lips, and my spirits rose. “I’m fine, Charles.”

“Janet said that she had recorded all of the reporters’ faces. The audacity! I will spare none of them!” Charles growled, fury thick in his voice.

“Uh, there’s no need to go that far. I was just bluffing.”

“Me too.”

But it was clear to me that Charles wasn’t bluffing, and that he meant every single thing he said.


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