What does he mean by this?
From what the maid said, he's been waiting outside the Yun Family's gate for seven nights?
Is he crazy?
Wasn't he supposed to be with Sylvia Ran?
Didn't he say he misunderstood himself?
If I've disappointed him so much, why is he even here?
Cecilia Gu forced herself to suppress the storm of emotions inside and turned to leave.
Suddenly, Charles Yin honked the horn.
Cecilia Gu's steps came to an abrupt halt.
The next second, Charles Yin started the car, drove over, opened the door, and said softly to Cecilia Gu, "Get in."
Cecilia Gu was stunned.
"I haven't eaten yet," Charles Yin stated simply.
Cecilia Gu could clearly see the dark circles under Charles Yin's eyes—it was obvious he hadn't rested well for a long time.
A trace of pity flashed through Cecilia Gu's heart.
Even though she knew that feeling sorry for him was completely unnecessary...
Charles Yin lifted his chin at Cecilia Gu. Even now, with exhaustion written all over his face, it did nothing to diminish his seductive charm.
Almost as if possessed, Cecilia Gu got in the car. Once she'd fastened her seatbelt, Charles Yin sped off.
Cecilia Gu thought Charles Yin was taking her out to eat, but to her surprise, he brought her to a hotel and booked a room.
After opening the room with the key card, Charles Yin said to Cecilia Gu, "Sit wherever you like. I'm going to take a shower first."
Cecilia Gu sat dazed on the sofa in the room. It wasn't until she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom that she snapped back to reality.
Oh my god, what did I just do?
How did I end up running out with Charles Yin to get a hotel room?
What does this even mean?
What am I to Charles Yin now?
A married couple? But it’s just a contract!
A married couple living apart? Yet here we are at a hotel together!
Cecilia Gu jumped to her feet, ready to leave.
Just then, there was a knock at the door: "President Yin, your dinner is here."
Cecilia froze. The next second, Charles Yin’s voice came from the bathroom: "Cecilia, can you get that for me?"
Cecilia’s eyes flickered. After struggling for a while, she obediently opened the door and let the chefs bring the food in.
"Good evening, Young Madam." Several chefs greeted Cecilia politely.
Cecilia suddenly felt a bit awkward.
Why did they all act like this was perfectly normal?
But didn’t I already break things off with Charles Yin publicly?
Why does this whole situation feel so weird?
After the chefs set down the food, they quietly left.
Charles Yin walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair and wearing a white bathrobe. Seeing Cecilia still standing there in a daze, he said, "Sit down and eat."
Cecilia just stared at Charles Yin, confused.
How can he say those words so naturally?
Aren’t we supposed to be giving each other the cold shoulder?
"I don't want to say it again." Charles Yin’s flawless eyes narrowed, showing his displeasure.
Cecilia realized her legs were getting tired from standing, so she sat down across from Charles.
"Charles..." Cecilia started, wanting to talk to him.
But before she could finish, Charles interrupted, "Do you want salmon or tuna? These just arrived fresh from Japan."
"I..." Cecilia tried again, but was interrupted once more.
"I only had a little prepared for you. If you want more, you can have it next time. Too much seafood isn’t good for you." Charles picked up a piece of salmon and placed it in front of Cecilia. "You’re pregnant, so you can’t have alcohol. I squeezed fresh juice at home and had it sent over for you."
Cecilia stared blankly as Charles poured her a glass of juice himself.
Charles never used to do things like this.
Getting her some food or soup was already his limit!
Juicing fruit? That was something he’d never, ever do!
What’s gotten into him today?
Charles didn’t seem to mind doing these things himself. He continued, "I picked out all the fruit carefully. You know me, I’m always thorough."
For some reason, Cecilia felt her eyes getting misty.
"Try it." Charles held the cup to Cecilia’s lips, urging her to take a sip.
Cecilia couldn’t resist the hopeful look in his eyes. She lowered her head and took a sip from his hand.
Mmm, it really does taste good.
Charles’s eyes lit up when he saw Cecilia drink the juice.
The moment his eyes brightened, it felt like the clouds parted and the moon appeared.
Cecilia felt like the whole world was shining.
That’s the power of good looks, isn’t it?
Cecilia reached out and took the cup, quietly drinking.
Only then did Charles start eating, finally looking happy.
Charles ate quickly, but with such elegance that no one could find fault with him.
Cecilia paused, holding her cup. "Why are you..."
"Because I missed you." As if he knew what Cecilia wanted to ask, Charles answered without hesitation.
That answer made Cecilia tear up instantly.
She sniffled and didn’t reply.
"I haven’t seen you for a week." Charles paused, then added slowly.
Cecilia suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Why does he look nothing like someone who just broke up?
Didn’t we make everything clear that day...?
After that, neither of them spoke.
They quietly finished dinner, and soon someone came to clean up.
Aunt Zhang came in, carrying a suitcase. She set it down and left.
Cecilia was stunned. What does this mean?
"Open it. It’s all for you." Charles looked away, a little embarrassed.
Embarrassed?
What’s there to be embarrassed about?
Curious, Cecilia opened the suitcase.
The moment the suitcase opened, Cecilia’s face flushed red.
Inside was a set of incredibly beautiful pajamas.
What’s that supposed to mean?
"Stay tonight." Charles looked away shyly, like a lovestruck teenager. Even his ears turned red as he spoke.
Cecilia quickly looked away too, not daring to meet his gaze.
She didn’t say anything, but her ears were just as red.
Even though the atmosphere was a little weird, it was strangely harmonious too.
Cecilia didn’t refuse, so Charles took it as her silent agreement.
This time, Charles didn’t let anyone else help. He did everything himself—ran the bath and helped Cecilia wash up.
When Cecilia walked into the bathroom, she saw Charles had even squeezed out her toothpaste. Her eyes grew red for no reason.
She understood how Charles felt about her.
She saw how careful he was with her.
But...
There were just too many obstacles between them.
Even if she wanted to be with him, what could she do?
How could she possibly stand up to Charles’s mother?
The Yin family’s situation was so complicated. She only knew the tip of the iceberg.
Charles’s mother had lived in South America for years, supposedly for her health.
When Charles was young, the family was in a car accident on their way home. His father went missing, and his mother broke both legs protecting him.
By the time she got to the hospital, Charles’s mother’s legs couldn’t be saved.
That accident made Charles grow up overnight. He went from chasing after Sylvia Ran all over the world to becoming a powerful business tycoon in just six years.
It was his mother’s sacrifice and devotion that made Charles unable to refuse her requests.
Cecilia understood this deeply.
As long as Charles’s mother interfered in their marriage, there was no way for Cecilia and Charles to stay together.
Rather than make things harder for Charles, it was better for her to sacrifice herself.
So Cecilia made up her mind and asked for a divorce.
But seeing Charles so careful with her today, how could she possibly bring herself to say those words?
Cecilia sighed, cleaned herself up, and walked out of the bathroom.
Looking up, she saw the bed was neatly made, the covers turned down, waiting for her to sleep.
"I promise I won’t do anything tonight. I just want... to hold you while I sleep." Charles’s long eyes lifted, his brows furrowing with a hint of grievance and pleading. Tears shimmered in his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to refuse him.
Cecilia sighed inwardly: Charles Yin, did I owe you something in my past life?
She slowly walked to the bedside.
Charles’s eyes lit up and he quickly pulled up the covers, letting Cecilia lie down.
Charles got in bed too. He really didn’t make a move—he just held Cecilia, burying his handsome face in her hair, taking a deep breath and mumbling, "This is the scent I love. Even if someone else uses the same shampoo, it’s not the same as yours."
Cecilia’s eyes filled with tears, almost spilling over.
"Mm, go to sleep." Cecilia held back her tears and replied softly. "You haven’t slept for days, have you?"
He’d been waiting outside the Yun family’s door every night, then working at the company during the day. No wonder he was exhausted.
Cecilia didn’t want to admit it, but she had to face her feelings.
Yes, she really did feel sorry for him.
She truly couldn’t bear it anymore.
Watching him torment himself like this, her heart hurt more than his.
Cecilia couldn’t help but reach out and wrap her arms around Charles’s waist.
Her fingers brushed over his firm, smooth back muscles, and Cecilia followed Charles’s lead, taking a deep breath.
Yes, even if someone else uses the same brand of body wash, it still wouldn’t be Charles’s scent.
What we love, in the end, is your scent.