Chapter 5

• The Following Day
• Christian had just finished giving Scarlett a tour of the mansion. He smiled each time she widened her eyes in shock and excitement. "Oh my God! The mansion is so big, and it is beautiful," she exclaimed. "I am coming to such a beautiful mansion for the first time. This isn't a mansion; it's a castle—look at all the servants you have," she gasped.
• "It feels like home already. I would be happy if I get to live in a mansion like this one for the rest of my life," she stated, roaming in random directions and checking different collections of cars in the garage. "Wow. Are all these expensive cars here for sale or what? Wait, is this yours?" She asked, pointing at the 1984 Mercedes Benz 500 SEL.
• "No, it's not mine. That's one of my dad's," Christian replied.
• Scarlett made a 'woah' with her mouth, then nodded her head.
• "Does it mean all the cars here are for your dad?" She raised a brow.
• "Hmm, except for the three that are mine, the rest are his," Christian replied, smiling, and also curious as to why she was asking him all these questions. "What is going on, babe? Are we here to talk about cars?" He pulled her to his body, placing wet kisses on her neck.
• Scarlett frowned, trying not to show her disgust.
• 'He practically owns nothing. Such a loser,' she thought.
• She pulled away from him, faking a smile.
• "It's not like that. I am just expressing how I feel about the mansion," she replied.
• "I know. But don't get too used to this mansion for the few days you're going to be staying," he said, locking his arm around her waist.
• She furrowed her brows. "Why do you say so?"
• "Because when we get married, we are not going to be living here."
• Scarlett blinked. What the hell does he mean by they're not going to be living here?
• "I'm confused."
• "I will buy a penthouse for us. We will live there. I can't wait to leave this mansion," Christian groaned.
• "Why would you buy a penthouse for us?" She said, an edge creeping into her voice. "There're a lot of rooms here in different sections. It's not a must for us to stay in your father's section of the house."
• Releasing her, Christian took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "You don't understand, Scarlett, I'm tired of living in the same house with my father. The man literally despises me," he lowered his voice. "No one even respects me in this house."
• Scarlett mentally rolled her eyes. Why was she even making this a big deal? It's not like she was going to get married to him. She has bigger plans for her future, and her future doesn't include Christian White but instead, it includes Matthew White.
• "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said in a gentle voice. "I'm sorry you're going through all this, and I wasn't even understanding." She reached out and touched his arm.
• "It's alright, my love. I'll be fine," he said and hugged her. "By the way, why don't we go out to party at the clubhouse tonight?"
• "Uhm…I don't feel like going out tonight…can't we just stay in the mansion and do something fun?" She said, pouting.
• "That would be great then."
• ***
• "I will go take my bath then get dressed for dinner." Christian informed Scarlett, who was busy with something on her phone.
• "Babe," she called, her eyes not leaving her phone's screen. "Are you aware that the New York Business Men's Annual Charity gala is tonight?!" She exclaimed.
• "So??" Christian said nonchalantly.
• Scarlett raised her head from her phone to glare at him. "What do you mean by 'so'? Don't tell me you don't know that this is the event of the season."
• "Why should I care? I mean, it really isn't about charity. It's just an event for arrogant wealthy men to show off their wealth."
• "Let me remind you that your father is part of the so-called 'arrogant men' you're talking about." Scarlett stated, and Christian chuckled.
• "And that's why I know the event is just for them to show off their wealth. My father hosts the gala every year."
• Scarlett's eyes widened. "Then are we going to the gala?"
• "No, of course not. My father has never invited me to the gala before and I really don't care." Christian replied. "I'm going to the bathroom." He said and entered the bathroom.
• "Do not take long." Scarlett said.
• "I really would love to attend such a gala and connect with a lot of wealthy people." She said to herself.
• A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
• "Who is that?" She asked, getting up from the bed and adjusting her dress. Who knows it might be Matthew?
• She walked towards the door and opened it where she saw the butler standing with a parcel in his hand.
• "Good evening, Miss Scarlett." He greeted her.
• "Yes, what is it?" She raised a brow.
• "Master asked me to give this to you. He said you should wear it for the gala tonight." He replied and handed her the parcel.
• Scarlett gasped. "I…I…don't understand."
• "This is your dress for the charity gala. Master wants you to wear this tonight. The invitation card is also there."
• "Oh, my God!!" She exclaimed in excitement. "I'm really going to the gala. Tell Matthew I appreciate his gift and the invite so much. He is so thoughtful."
• Mr Walter raised a brow at her choice of words. Did she just call the master by his name?
• But after a moment, he composed himself.
• "I will give him your message. Goodnight." Mr Walter said and left the doorway.
• Scarlett closed the door to her room and then smiled as she opened the parcel. Her heart skipped a beat.
• Inside the parcel, there was a stunning gown. A lovely shade of sparkles—it was a full skirted gown typically featuring embellishments, sparkles and beadings made for a princess.
• "Wow. Isn't this the latest design of the famous fashion house? This dress cost millions of dollars." Scarlett covered her mouth at the realisation.
• Did Matthew really spend so much just to get this for her? To him spending this kind of money was nothing but it was something to her.
• 'I am not his woman yet and he's spending this much.' Scarlett giggled.
• She opened the second parcel and saw a white purse made with real diamonds and a pair of diamond earrings.
• "How did that get here? Who owns it?" Christian asked, using a towel to clean his face.
• Scarlett flinched. She hadn't even heard him walking in.
• "It's a gift." She replied.
• "From who?"
• "From your dad. He invited me to the gala."
• "Why?" Christian asked, confused.
• "Why don't you go and ask him that yourself?" She snapped, taking him by surprise.
• What did he do wrong?
• "Anyway, I hope you aren't going." He said.
• "I am going." She deadpanned.
• "No, you are not." He retorted.
• 'Why the hell would my father invite my girlfriend to the gala? A gala he has never invited me to or asked me to come.' This thought came into his head.
• "Wow, just great. And who the hell are you to tell me what not to do?" She turned around to face him.
• "I'm your boyfriend and you're my woman."
• Scarlett scoffed. "You sound like a possessive husband. Sorry to burst your bubbles, but we are not married." She said, angrily.
• "Why are you reacting this way?" He asked.