Chapter 57 I Considered Myself A Mistress

It's been a while since I danced. When the music finally started, I felt a bit stiff in my body. Thankfully, the alcohol quickly took effect, and my courage grew, allowing my body to relax and follow the rhythm of the music.

Someone threw a rose at me, and I caught it gracefully. Amidst the cheers, I lifted my sweater slightly and tucked it under my bra, revealing a slender and snow-white waist. Then, I placed the rose in the waistband of my jeans, creating a striking contrast between the fiery red rose and my fair skin. The sight was enticing, causing a group of men to become excited and cheer loudly.

I found the thrill of being in the spotlight, and with the stimulation of the alcohol, I was ready to roll up my clothes even further. Jane and the others were shocked and rushed toward me in a panic.

Just then, all the lights suddenly went out, and I couldn't see anything at all.

I stopped and saw a figure approaching me. With clenched teeth, the figure cursed, "Damn it, Rosalie, are you tired of living?!"

It was Charlie. He must have orchestrated the blackout in the bar.

Doesn't Lauren know what's happening? Seeing Charlie rushing toward me, didn't she think of any way to stop him?

"Charlie!" I heard Lauren's voice coming from the crowd. Someone turned on the flashlight on their phone, but instead of shining it on the stage, they directed it toward the exit, so I was still in complete darkness.

Charlie grabbed my arm, furious. Upon hearing Lauren's voice, he instinctively spoke, "I..."

I tiptoed and hooked my other hand around Charlie's neck, then precisely sealed his lips, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

He tried to push me away, but under the influence of alcohol, I boldly grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest.

As long as someone pointed a flashlight over, they would discover this steamy scene. In this thrilling atmosphere, Charlie didn't push me away. On the contrary, he punished me by giving me a hard pinch and then embraced me tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Charlie, shall we go home?" I asked breathlessly, in a soft voice.

"Okay." Charlie's voice was already a bit hoarse. Suddenly, he picked me up sideways and walked off the stage. Amidst the dim flashlight lights, we left the bar and raced all the way back to Maple Villa.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, the two of us tangled on the bed.

But Charlie's phone rang, it was Lauren calling. His remaining sanity urged him to reach for the phone and answer the call, but I wouldn't let him.

"Charlie, you're making it seem like we're having an affair, and she's calling as the original wife," I said, sitting on Charlie's lap, gripping his hand.

"So, you do know your place?" Charlie gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching with anger. "Daring to go to the bar and dance seductively, you have some nerve!"

"And aren't you also out drinking with someone else?" I felt a little dizzy in my head. Seeing that Charlie didn't answer the call, I simply let go of his hand and then leaned on his chest, closing my eyes, and said, "We're the same."

Charlie pinched my waist, and I could feel the vibration in his chest as he spoke. "How can we be the same! Can we really be the same? If I hadn't sent someone to cut the power off, were you planning to strip and dance?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't you say that my figure doesn't interest men? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Charlie didn't answer. He simply flipped me over from him, changing to a position where he was on top and I was underneath. There was an obvious desire in his gaze as his Adam's apple moved, and he leaned down, forcefully sealing my lips.

The phone rang again, but this time it wasn't Lauren calling Charlie, it was Dylan calling me.

Just as I was about to pick it up, Charlie grabbed the phone and threw it on the floor, then he pulled the blanket and covered us, continuing where we left off.

The next morning, I felt a bit disheveled. I turned my head and saw that Charlie was still sleeping beside me, unlike the previous two times when he would rush to the office early in the morning.

It was strange. I am his wife, yet after being intimate, I still felt a bit uneasy, always thinking about how Lauren would react and if she would cause trouble for Charlie.

But on the bright side, what I wanted was to disrupt their peace, right?

I treated myself as the "lover" and Lauren as the "original wife," reversing everything.

As I stared at Charlie's sleeping face in a daze, his phone rang again, and it was Lauren. Almost instinctively, I took the phone and answered the call.

There was a prolonged silence from the other side, and I followed suit.

I guess even Lauren couldn't bring herself to face this situation. She hadn't fully accepted Charlie to begin with, and now she went mad, sending text messages and making phone calls. It seemed like she was resentful, but when the call finally connected, neither of us knew what to say.

I've experienced this kind of situation in the past life, frantically calling Charlie, pouring out my thoughts without knowing what I was really saying.

What does it matter what I'm fixated on? It makes me feel so uncomfortable when he ignores me. It almost drives me insane.

Suddenly, Charlie moved, his thick, long eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened. He lazily asked, "Awake?"

I was startled and quickly hung up the phone. In a panicked voice, I replied, "Um, yes, I'm awake. I'm going to take a shower!"

After saying that, I got out of bed, took some clothes, and went into the bathroom to shower.

Looking at my body full of love marks in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder, “Could it be that Charlie hasn't been intimate with Lauren yet? Why does he seem so unsatisfied, without any restraint?”

After showering, I changed into clean clothes and returned to the room. Instead of Charlie, all I saw was a messy and empty bed. He had already disappeared.

Perhaps he saw the bunch of messages Lauren sent last night, and his rationality suddenly returned!

The person he has been obsessing over is finally jealous.

"Madam, Elizabeth is here. She wants to see you." At that moment, a servant came upstairs to inform me.

Why would Elizabeth come to see me? I was taken aback. Could it be that she already knows that Charlie is pursuing her daughter?

I quickly went downstairs and indeed found Elizabeth waiting for me in the living room. When she saw me, she awkwardly stood up and greeted me, "Madam."

"Elizabeth, why have you come? I learned about Charlie unilaterally dismissing you after the incident. Otherwise, I would have never let you leave!"

I walked over, held Elizabeth's hand, and sat back down on the sofa. Some vegetables and fruits wrapped in a paper bag were placed by her feet. They should be brought by her.

"Madam, I never expected Mr. Bennett to be the boss in charge of the Second Chemical Plant project," Elizabeth looked uneasy.

"After learning that Max injured you, I felt too ashamed to stay here. But these days, I've been unable to sleep properly. You've been so kind to me, and I had to come see you and apologize on Max's behalf."

As she spoke, she picked up the vegetables and fruits on the ground. "Madam, these are some vegetables and fruits grown in our own garden. If you don't mind, please accept them."