Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Scarlett played with Carlos all day, and because of that, Chuck had no place to go, so he became bored and started playing video games.

Scarlett gave Carlos a shower, and after that, she put a cute yellow robe on him that made him look like a little king.

After that, Scarlett lay down beside him, and she started to tell him a bedtime story in a low voice. In less than ten minutes, Carlos fell asleep and started snoring.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Chuck stretched himself and took a look at the time, getting ready to look for Scarlett.

“Shall we go back now?” He asked.

“Isn’t Carlos so cute? He is so cute, and I really don’t want him to grow up.”

Chuck couldn’t bear it anymore and said, “Well, the genes in my family are very good. That’s why he is so cute, and it has nothing to do with you.”

“But he is also my blood,” Scarlett said as she raised her head and said proudly.

“Yeah, you only give him a life, but his good looks have nothing to do with you,” Chuck said.

Scarlett didn’t know how to contradict him, so she just said, “Let’s go!”

It was already dark when they left the villa, but it was only around 7 in the evening.

“Would you like to have a drink?”

“That sounds great. Let’s go!” Scarlett agreed.

That night, they both got drunk and had to call a driver to take them back home.

***

Carlos woke up very early the following day. He looked around his room, searching for his mother, but unfortunately, his mother had a terrible hangover. She was half-asleep with a bad migraine, scrambling to find some Advil and a glass of cold water to wash it down.

Scarlett hadn’t gotten drunk like that in a long time; though she wasn’t feeling too well, she still could get up. She remembered that Francis had still not come back from France, so she still could go to see Carlos. She still had time.

Chuck slept until noon. When he woke up, his servant told him that Scarlett was long gone and had borrowed one of his cars.

Scarlett knew that domestic help at the villa would keep her secret and not utter a word to Francis.

Carlos was the happiest little baby now because he had his mother back.

Scarlett was playing football with Carlos in the yard.

“Use your foot to kick it. You should use your feet to play football.” Scarlett said.

“Hey, whatcha doing, baby?” Scarlett said with her hands on her waist, “Come on, kick it to me. Kick the ball to me, come on, now.”

And then Carlos kicked the football with one wobbly foot, and Scarlett rushed to the football.

“Good job, son!” she praised him and gave him a high five.

However, happy moments couldn’t last forever. Every moment of joy had to come to an end eventually. Although Scarlett was full of joy right then, she would have to say goodbye to her son when Francis came back. Those five days were the most precious time for them.

On the first day that Scarlett didn’t show up, Carlos was very down, and he didn’t even want to eat any of his food.

When Francis came back home, he held his son to feed him, but unexpectedly, Carlos just slapped the spoon away. The spoon fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

Francis got angry at what he did, so he reproached him sharply.

Carlos raised his head and looked at him with a piercing gaze. His eyes were just like his mother’s– impenetrably dark and full of intrigue.

Francis brought out a new spoon to use and asked Carlos gently, “Aren’t you hungry, Carlos? You want something else to eat instead?”

Carlos sat on Francis’s knees and started twiddling his thumbs; he was just ignoring his father.

“Don’t you like daddy? Is it because I’ve been on a business trip all this time? And now you don’t like me? Have I made my dear boy angry?” he asked in a low voice.

Carlos just looked up and murmured, “Mommy…”

Upon hearing that, Francis just stroked his hair and said, “Do you miss your mommy?”

“I miss mommy!” Carlos replied loudly.

Francis just smiled, “Wow… Have you missed daddy?”

Carlos pointed at Francis and said, “Daddy.” and then he pointed to the room upstairs, “Mommy.”

Francis felt that something was amiss. Carlos was trying to convey some kind of message, but Francis couldn’t understand. To find out what was going on, Francis asked seriously, “Where is your mommy?”

Carlos didn’t answer him but kept twiddling his little thumbs. Francis took a look at Shirley, but she had her head down and said nothing.

Francis gave Carlos to Shirley and said, “Make sure to feed him when he is hungry.”

“Okay, sir!” she answered obediently as ever.

After Francis went upstairs to head for the study, Shirley just took a sigh of relief.

However, even though Shirley didn’t say a word about Scarlett visiting, Scarlett never expected that there was a camera watching over each and every activity in the baby room. Perhaps because of the happy time she had had with her son, she had neglected to check for any equipment around the room. She should have known better, of course, because this wasn’t any ordinary house. This was the bespoke villa of none other than Francis Sandler. He had to know who came in and went out and what their business at his house was.

Because of that, Francis witnessed everything that had occurred in Carlos’s room. His eyes was all-seeing.

***

December 5. It was the day of Carlos’s first birthday. Although she was sitting in her classroom, Scarlett’s mind was elsewhere. She could barely concentrate on what was going on.

“Time for lunch, let’s go, Scarlett!” Bell called her.

Scarlett raised her head and asked lazily, “What do we have for lunch?”

“The usual!” she answered.

Scarlett showed no interest in that and said, “You can go without me. I’m tired of eating food at the dining hall on campus.”