The Apple of My Eye

"Okay, I'll go to sleep now..." Charles slowly stood up, looking bored. He held Vicky's hand and let her lead him forward.

Meanwhile, Vicky was excited to hear this. She took Charles to the bed and whispered in his ear, "You must be thirsty now. You need water." Charles repeated her words, "I'm thirsty. I want to drink water."

Vicky touched Charles' forehead and said, "Good boy, I'll bring you some water right now."

Charles stared blankly ahead without saying a word.

Vicky poured a bottle of water from the table into a cup and handed it to Charles. "Drink so you won't be thirsty any more."

"I want to drink water..." Charles murmured as he took the glass.

Seeing that Charles still hadn't drunk the water, Vicky urged him, "Drink some water. If you're thirsty, please drink some water."

A hint of disappointment flashed through Charles' eyes. He was wondering what he should do next.

She must have done something to the water. But if Charles didn't drink it, then he couldn't prove anything. How else could he expose her then?

However, he knew for sure that she must have done something to the water. If he drank it, what would happen? He really didn't know. There was a possibility that she put poison in the water, and was it worth it to risk his life?

Suddenly, Vicky's phone rang.

She looked at Charles anxiously. Her phone was still ringing. She had no choice but to answer the call.

As soon as Vicky turned around, Charles immediately poured the water from the glass under the bed, leaving the glass empty.

Vicky uneasily answered the call. Immediately, she looked back to Charles and found that his glass was already empty. She retreated her gaze, satisfied.

"Hello?" Vicky was still a little worried, so she went to the balcony to answer the call.

"You got it?" Rob asked on the phone.

Vicky looked back in the direction of Charles and smiled contemptuously. "I did it. I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste."

"How is he now?" Rob asked again.

"I just drugged him, and he just drank the water. He's at my disposal now," Vicky said.

"All right. Then..." Rob told Vicky his plan.

Vicky was shocked upon hearing it. She inquired, "What? Let him go?

Or what?" "Do you want to go to prison?" Rob sneered

"Of course not."

"So, that's it. You have to let him go. You can't let anyone find out that you did something to him," Rob emphasized.

Begrudgingly, Vicky had no choice but to agree.

Rob, having provided her with the incense and the poison was always updated on everything she did.

Thus, she had no choice but to do as Rob had ordered.

After hanging up the phone, Vicky went inside.

Charles was still holding the empty glass, seemingly in a daze.

Vicky took the cup from him and asked, "Charles, are you still thirsty?"

Charles shook his head, not saying anything.

Vicky asked again, "Do you like me?"

Charles still kept silent.

All of a sudden, Vicky felt a little angry. This damn man! He not only ruined her whole life, but she had already drugged him, yet he was still rejecting her.

As she thought of what Charles had done to her in the past, she started to feel a huge wave of resentment once again. She just wanted to destroy him.

However, she recalled that Rob had ordered her to not do anything.

"Kiss me!" Vicky said suddenly.

Charles raised his head a little and saw that Vicky was fidgeting with her phone. It seemed as if she pulled up her phone's camera and positioned it so they could take a photo together.

Of course, Charles knew what Vicky wanted to do.

"Okay." Charles chuckled, stood up slowly and approached Vicky.

Vicky suddenly blushed, and her heartbeat quickened. Although she hated Charles in her heart, she was still attracted by his charm, and especially his body. As long as he flirted with her, she couldn't control herself.

Charles bent over and kissed her on the forehead.

Vicky breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. She had worried what would happen if Charles kissed her on the lips.

As she thought of this, all her logic seemed to dissipate.

"You should go home now," Vicky said, looking at Charles, who was standing in front of her in a daze.

Charles nodded and walked towards the door.

"Wait, Charles!" Suddenly, Vicky called Charles' name.

Charles stopped and looked at her.

Vicky felt bored as she glanced at Charles' blank face. She wasn't as happy as she thought she would be now that she was able to do this to Charles.

"Be careful on your way home," Vicky suddenly said.

Charles nodded, opened the door, and left.

When he went downstairs, he couldn't smell the fragrance anymore. Around this time, Stella heard the noise in the kitchen, so she walked toward the living area only to find Charles standing there, seemingly in

a trance.

She couldn't hear anything from upstairs, which worried her a bit. Several times, she thought of going upstairs to check what was happening, but she couldn't as Charles didn't order her to.

Whenever Charles saw Vicky, he always had this look of disgust on his face. What happened then? Why did he look like this? He always looked angry and impatient around Vicky.

Stella approached Charles to ask him what happened; however, he didn't seem to see her as he just headed straight for the door.

When he got in his car, he immediately started the engine.

Stella was shocked. Not long after, Vicky came downstairs.

"Stella, I'm hungry. Do you have something for me to eat?" Vicky said, grinning.

As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down at the table before Stella could even respond.

Stella was shocked.

Before, whenever Charles left, Vicky was always mad. She would break a glass or two and curse him or be upset the entire night. However, this time, she seemed happy. What could have happened? No! Vicky even seemed joyful as if her scheme had worked.

The more Stella thought it over, the more frightened she grew. She wanted to run after Charles and ask him what had happened.