Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

While Chuck looked around the house with his hands in his pockets, Victory pointed at a small basket that had been set aside and said, “My pickled sour radishes are ready, and I remember that you love that kind of sour and spicy food, so I brought something for you to have a taste.”

“You are so nice to me, thank you so much!” Scarlett smiled. “In fact, I have not eaten these in a long time, and I missed them so much!”

Chuck rested on the couch and said, “Yup, we know you’re a foodie. That’s why we decided to bring them over for ya.”

Scarlett pushed the tea to him and smiled at him, “Thanks, buddy.”

“How will you thank me?” Chuck asked.

“How do you want me to thank you?”

“I learned that you are a good cook. How about you make me dinner one of these days?” Chuck smiled.

Victory glared at him. “Chuck, what’s wrong with you? Did you just demand that a pregnant woman slave away making dinner for you? You’re ridiculous.”

“Chill, it’s all right. It’s no big deal. It’s rare for me to pay a visit, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you want to do something nice for me, Scarlett?” He glanced at Scarlett with a greasy smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Victory. It’s no trouble for me to whip something up.” Scarlett winked at Victory.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it!” Chuck leaned back on the couch, his legs crossed. He looked pleased with himself.

Scarlett and Victory chatted for a while, talking about all sorts of things. None of them interested Chuck, however.

“Mum, didn’t you come here to borrow something from Scarlett?” He interrupted their conversation.

“I’m easing into it, Chuck.” Victory was deeply embarrassed.

“Go ahead! Please. How can I help? Scarlett said.

“Well, here is the thing. I have a niece, Chuck’s cousin. She and her husband have been married for seven years, but they still don’t have a baby….” She smiled at Scarlett and said kindly, “They have gone to see a doctor and have tried everything to get pregnant, but nothing seems to be working. They went to some witch doctor who told them that borrowing the clothes of a pregnant woman would bring her the luck to have the baby. I know… it’s silly. But they’ve been trying so hard for many, many years. They’re desperate! They’ll try anything at this point….”

“That’s bullshit! How can they believe something like that is gonna work?!” Chuck laughed out.

Victory glanced at him and explained, “You can’t imagine how much they have suffered, so they prefer to keep the faith and try everything under the sun to make it happen… You wouldn’t understand, Chuck.” Then she turned to look at Scarlett and went on, “And since you’re a blessed pregnant woman in my midst… I thought… I thought I have no choice but to ask you to complete this absurd request on my behalf….”

Scarlett felt weird about the whole thing, but Victory had always been so nice to her that she didn’t know how to reject her. With that, she made a promise to help her.

“Well, one more thing. The clothes must be something you wore before you got pregnant. Preferably something you wore regularly, you know?”

“Sure, I’ll do my best!” Scarlett struggled to put a smile on her face.

Although Chuck thought it was ridiculous, he said nothing because he didn’t want to make his mother unhappy. Besides, the most important thing was that Scarlett had agreed.

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For dinner, Scarlett cooked four and even a soup of chicken and wild rice. Francis didn’t come back for dinner that night, but the food was plenty for the three of them. Scarlett had prepared roast beef, a delicious casserole, some creamy mashed potatoes, and charred fall vegetables tossed in olive oil and garlic. The dishes were not particularly difficult to make, nor were they expensive, but they tasted delicious and earned lots of compliments from Chuck. Even though Chuck was quite a picky eater, he didn’t have a single complaint about the meal.

After Chuck finished, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and threw it on the table,

“You really are an impressive cook!”

When Scarlett saw the empty plate before him, she just said, “It looks like I misjudged you! I thought you were too much of a picky eater to enjoy my simple, rustic food.”

Victory also spoke highly of her cooking and said, “Now I know why Francis doesn’t come back home for meals, it’s because he has a better cook at his own place!”

On account of shyness, Scarlett had her head down, but Chuck noticed something was amiss. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew something was not right.

At midnight, Scarlett woke up with a cramp in her calf. In the darkness, she reached out to touch Francis, but there was just cold air. He wasn’t there. She turned on the table lamp and sat up to fetch her phone in a daze. It was three in the morning, and he still had not come back home.

Scarlett put on a coat and walked downstairs. It was pitch dark in the house. She walked over to the corridor and carefully turned on the light switch. As the yellow light flooded the rooms, the house grew warmer.

She went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water and sat at the table, gulping down half a glass of water. After that, she rubbed her sore leg and played games on her phone.

When she started playing games, she forgot the time. Until there was a light on the other side, she realized that she had been sitting there for two hours. It was half-past five in the morning.

The servants began to get up one after another and got to cleaning the house and tending to the yard. Scarlett crept upstairs with her cellphone because she didn’t want to have them know she had been up all night, which would cause a lot of trouble.