After His Cheating, A Guy Begs to Marry Me

Chapter 7

Cassie went directly to the Harris Group.

She pushed open the door. Eric, seeing it was her, set down his pen. "I thought we agreed I'd come to your place in the evening. I have a few meetings this afternoon."

Cassie was so nervous her legs went wobbly as she walked.

After she sat down on Eric's lap and nestled against his shoulder, cuddling him for a long while, she finally said, "Eric, a friend of mine wants to hold an art exhibition and needs to use the Harris Group's exhibition hall. Could you do me this favor?"

Eric took the document and skimmed it briefly. "You came to me for this sort of thing? My assistant will handle it for you."

Cassie coquettishly said, "Nothing gets done easier than when the boss himself handles it. Eric, I already sang your praises to my friend, okay? It doesn't matter if the job gets done perfectly or not—what matters most is who does it."

Eric paused for a couple of seconds, a wicked, playful smirk tugging at his lips. "And what are you planning to give me in return?"

Cassie leaned in close to his ear and said a few words, a faint shyness in her voice.

Eric tightened his arm and pulled her closer against his chest. "Alright."

Cassie got up from his lap in high spirits, flipped a page, and deliberately covered the half with Scarlett's signature to get him to sign it.

"You seem very nervous." Eric's pen stopped for a moment, and he looked up at her, scrutinizing her.

"I'm just happy I get to show off our love!"

Cassie quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Eric smiled and nodded, then quickly scribbled his signature.

However, a faint sense of unease stirred in his chest.

He forced the feeling down and said, "Cassie, I need to go back home tonight."

Deliriously happy, Cassie took the document over to the side to snap a photo and absently brushed him off. "I'll wait for you to come back."

"You always get upset when I go back. What's different today?"

She immediately shook the paper in her hand. "You did me a favor, Eric, so of course I won't fuss. But this is just this once."

"When did you become so generous?"

Cassie straightened up, a flash of cunning glinting in her eyes. "What if I tell you not to go, and stay here with me tonight instead?"

"Now that's more like you."

By the time Scarlett returned home, dusk was just settling in.

Arthur was pacing back and forth in front of the villa, holding a bouquet. The moment he saw Scarlett, he walked toward her with a broad smile, wrapped her firmly in his arms, and whispered in her ear with a deep, sexy voice, "Scarlett, I've been waiting for you for so long."

Before she could say a word, he tilted her chin up and kissed her.

Their lips and tongues tangled messily, and Scarlett felt the heat rising in her too. She took the initiative, looping her arms around his neck and greedily, frantically claiming and stealing his breath.

Arthur froze for a few seconds, then locked his hand at the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

When he had had his fill of kissing her, he lifted Scarlett into his arms and carried her up toward the second-floor bedroom.

Just after Arthur laid her on the bed, Scarlett received a message from Cassie.

Cassie: Stay away from Eric.

Attached was an image of Eric's signature.

Scarlett smiled. There was a touch of bitterness in the smile, but also an unprecedented sense of relief.

She opened her arms to Arthur and said, "Come here."

Arthur pulled her into his embrace. His burning palm crept up her body, claiming every inch of her body little by little.

Over the next month, Cassie clung to Eric even more tightly than before.

But as if he had some kind of premonition, Eric began coming home frequently, only to leave again in the middle of the night.

Scarlett simply treated him as completely invisible, indifferent to his presence. He didn't get angry, still coming home every day.

Rumors spread that Eric was finally settling down. Others mocked Scarlett as a "midnight wife" because she only got her husband for the first half of the night and was even more pitiful than before.

But Scarlett paid none of it any mind. With Arthur by her side, the month passed in carefree contentment.

"Scarlett, when are we leaving?" Arthur held Scarlett in his arms, his voice soft and slow.

She ran her fingers through his hair and answered casually, "Tomorrow."

She already had her divorce certificate in hand, so they could leave tomorrow.

"I'm leaving with you, Scarlett." Arthur moved over her, his eyes deep. "Wherever you go, I'll go."

"Okay," Scarlett answered half-heartedly, then tilted her head up and kissed him.

At the Harris Group, Eric had just finished his last meeting of the day. After his assistant finished briefing him on the rest of the week's work schedule, he continued, "Mr. Harris, just to confirm with you again: the divorce procedures have been completed. Mrs. Harris chose to leave without taking any property. There is still one document here that requires your signature. Oh, and this is your divorce certificate."

His footsteps halted. "What did you say?"

"This is the property division..."

"I'm asking you—what is this about a divorce?" Eric shot back, his tone dark and chilling.

The assistant was stunned too. "You and Madam signed the divorce agreement a month ago. Didn't you ask Miss Scott to instruct me to handle the procedures?"

He grew more and more uncertain as he spoke. Aside from handing the divorce certificate to Eric, he also pulled up the earlier divorce agreement.

Eric's face darkened.

'Cassie—how dare she!'

Cassie had actually dared to trick him into signing a divorce agreement!

He strode swiftly downstairs, got into the car, and ordered the driver to take him home.

Cassie's ambition to replace Scarlett was something he knew all too well. But Scarlett's signature baffled him completely.

Eric stared at the divorce certificate in his hand, agitated, then tossed it aside like garbage in the car.

Back at the villa, all he found in the entrance hall was a scattered bouquet. Scarlett was nowhere to be seen.

His heart sank, and he immediately rushed up to the second-floor bedroom.

He pushed the bedroom door open. The dim, hazy lamplight inside cast a decadent shimmer over the scene. Scarlett was half-undressed, her face flushed, as a man kissed a trail from her chest down between her thighs with abandon.

Scarlett whimpered tearfully, "So tired... Stop."