Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Back at the villa, Scarlett immediately rushed to the bathroom without telling the housekeeper that she was back.

“Oh, god, my period is ahead of schedule again!” Scarlett checked her underwear and murmured.

“Hello?” Scarlett got a call from Francis.

“Come over now for dinner, I’ll ask Will to pick you up.”

Francis’s words reminded Scarlett of the reason he was not home that day. He had told her in the morning that he had a family dinner at his parents’ home.

“I’m not coming. I’m not feeling too good.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just don’t want to go.”

“Oh, come on, Scarlett. Don’t be capricious like that. Will’s gonna be there in half an hour, get yourself ready.” Francis said without any tolerance for an excuse.

“I said I don’t want to go! Don’t be so annoyed!” Scarlett threw a tantrum. Sometimes, when she got her period, she would lose her temper quite quickly. But her anger was more possibly attributed to the unhappy meeting with Francis’s ex-wife.

She hung up the phone and threw it to the ground. The pain was intensifying, and sweat kept dripping from her forehead.

Francis looked at his phone; he was disappointed.

“Uncle Francis, where’s your little monster? She was supposed to join the dinner tonight, wasn’t she?” Chuck came to Francis and asked, without realizing that Francis was actually burning up inside.

Francis kept a tight grip on his phone and said, “She’s not coming.”

“Oh wow! So she dared to turn you down again? Shall I go and fetch her for you?”

“Mind your own business.” Francis glanced at him and walked to the living room.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Chuck walked to the balcony and dialed Scarlett’s number.

“Hey, girl. What’s wrong with you? You’re supposed to be here tonight! Vivian’s here, and it’s the first round of your battle! Francis looks angry. Are you sure you aren’t coming?”

“Ah, the first round’s already finished.”

“Oh, you guys have already met?!”

“Well, this afternoon. I was so nervous, and I swear my period came early because of her, damn it!” The pain was killing her.

“I’m so sorry for you. But it’s actually good for you to be absent; if you were to come and see how sweetly my grandma and Vivian get along with each other, I bet you would decide to quit.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk to you right now. Bye.”

Scarlett got off the phone and walked to the guest room to sleep.

“Miss Scarlett? I didn’t see her.” One of the servants told Francis.

The servants were switching shifts when Scarlett had gotten home and quickly retreated to the washroom. She had then directly gone to the guest room, so no one had even noticed her presence.

Francis took out his cell phone to make a call. Scarlett’s phone was flickering and buzzing on the round sofa in the guest room, but she was so deeply asleep that she did not even notice.

Francis raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already midnight.

“She’s not with you?” Francis called Chuck.

“Nope. What happened? She’s not home?” Chuck walked out of the bar to answer Francis’s call, even though he understood that a call at midnight could only mean trouble.

“Do you have any of her classmates’ numbers? Call them and report to me later!” Francis got off the line.

While waiting for Chuck’s reply, Francis kept looking at his watch. Thinking that Scarlett might either be in trouble or be hanging out with other men, Francis was driven crazy by both possibilities.

As soon as he put on his coat and was about to go out to look for Scarlett, he heard some noises upstairs.

He turned around to find that Scarlett was walking down the stairs, dressed in her white nightgown.

She spotted Francis and stopped, staring at him with sleepy eyes.

“Where are you going?” Scarlett asked.

“You’re at home?” Francis asked.

Scarlett rubbed her eyes and said, “I got my period today and had terrible cramps. I’m sorry I didn’t went to the dinner.”

Francis looked at her. A complex mix of feelings rushed up to his throat, which barred him from saying anything.

“I want some water. I don’t know why but I was so desperately thirsty in my sleep.” Scarlett murmured.

He walked up a few stairs to hug and lift Scarlett up in his arms; then, he put her down on the sofa in the living room. He went to the kitchen and filled a cup of warm water for her.

“Still hurting?” His big hand was on her abdomen, gently caressing it.

“Much better now.”

“I just checked my bedroom, and you weren’t there.”

“I was sleeping in the guest room. I… I was afraid I might stain your bedsheets.” Scarlett answered.

Francis stared at her.

Scarlett turned her eyes away from Francis’s gaze.

“Can you please be more frank and open to me? I’m really sick of guessing and worrying about you all the time.” Francis’s tone was calm, but his words were full of emotions.

“I don’t like your ex-wife. I hate the way she acts all sophisticated and condescending towards me.” Scarlett gritted her teeth and said.

“Ha, much sooner than I expected. So she’s the reason you’re angry with me? I didn’t do anything wrong, huh?” Francis lifted her up again to take her to the bedroom.

“Guest room! Guest room!” Scarlett punched him on the shoulder.

Francis walked directly to his bedroom, put her on the bed, and then dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry if she said or did anything offensive. Vivian… she failed as a wife, but I failed even more as a husband.”

Scarlett shook her head and said, “No, no, she didn’t say or do anything bad to me. But I’m surprised to hear you admit you were at fault.”

“We were both responsible for the collapse of the marriage. But the major faults were definitely mine.” Francis sighed.

“Then I think I should seriously reconsider whether or not I want to get married to you. I am afraid of becoming a second tragedy.” Scarlett was joking, she had been having these kinds of thoughts for a long time now.

“Scarlett!” Francis stood up and looked into her eyes. “It’s absolutely different with you. She was chosen for me by others, and I had little affection for her, but you are the one I am willing to fall deeply, deeply in love with!”