Charles' POV:

After saying goodbye to my grandma, I took Scarlett home.

Scarlett was silent throughout our way back home.

With my hands on the steering wheel, I could not help but tease her, "I'm afraid that all the employees at the company know that you are my wife now."

Upon hearing that, Scarlett turned around, glaring at me. There seemed to be a hint of complaint in her eyes as she asked, "Oh my God! Why do you have to mention that?"

"We are a couple, and I don't see why we should hide that from them," I replied casually.

"Stop kidding! You know we are not."

It was obviously not something that I wanted to hear, but I took a deep breath and stopped talking about it.

I couldn't be too anxious, after all. I was the one who sinned first. I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted her to believe me and accept me.

As soon as we got home, Scarlett washed her hands, and rushed into the kitchen, trying to avoid me.

I walked into the kitchen, leaned against the wall, and watched as she cooked.