Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

As Abner had said, I received the formal notice that Spencer would take part in the program this afternoon.

I was expecting that someone would take my place and interview Spencer. But in the end, I had to bite the bullet and do it myself.

While I was preparing for the interview questions, I saw that many of them were about Charles's marriage. Of course, I skipped over them and only included questions about Spencer. I could not help but wonder how gossipy the person who had prepared this interview outline was. This was Spencer's interview in the first place. Why were there so many questions about Charles?

Jokes on them, I had no intention of broadcasting my private life to the public.

The interview segment had finally commenced. I was on tenterhooks the whole time. I hoped Spencer would get my hint and not put me in the limelight.

Everything went well at the beginning of the program. I avoided talking about Charles, and Spencer had been understanding. He talked about his own experience with fervor and assurance.

But before I could be completely relieved, what I had been dreading happened. I asked about Spencer's close friends. Among all people, he specifically mentioned Charles.

"In addition to him, I believe you have other interesting friends as well," I said, averting the topic. I did not want to talk about Charles, especially when a lot of people were watching.

"I have few friends who grew up with me. Charles is one of them." Spencer made no response to my conversational gambits. "By the way, I'm sure many of our audience is curious about Charles's marriage," he added with a smirk.

Oh my God! Just when I thought that things were going well, Spencer would play by the fire.

"How about we talk about your current relationship status? Do you have a girlfriend?" I tried to change the topic again.

Spencer ignored my question and smiled ambiguously. "Compared with my relationship status, everyone is probably more interested in Charles's." He paused for a second and winked at the camera. "I've prepared a photo of Charles's partner that you've never seen before. The audience is lucky today."

I took a deep breath and bit my tongue in suspense. The crew of the program did not tell me about the photo in advance. I was so nervous that I felt that my throat became dry. Unfortunately for me, it would be rude to cut Spencer abruptly. Besides, this interview was being broadcast live.

A few seconds later, the photo Spencer was talking about was displayed on the big screen behind us. It was a photo of a little girl in a light pink princess dress. Her long hair was braided, and she looked cute. Fortunately, nobody could recognize her as she had her back to the camera. "Scarlett, does she look familiar?" Spencer asked with a cunning smile.

How could it not look familiar? This was a photo of me when I was a child. I was at a loss for words, but I kept smiling. "Miss Lively was also very cute when she was a child," I remarked sarcastically. Spencer smiled and did not say anything more, which I believe would leave people more room for imagination.

The program ended not long after. I went straight to the lounge, and Spencer followed suit. "Scarlett, how's my performance? Did I leave enough suspense for the audience?" Spencer teasingly asked. I turned around and glared at him. "You colluded with Charles, didn't you?"

"How could you say that? I did that for the audience rating of your TV station. It wasn't that hard considering that I'm also very handsome," Spencer replied casually.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm not stupid. You're just cashing in on Charles's popularity."

"It doesn't matter. It's true that I'm handsome, though." Spencer smirked at me. Surely, birds of a feather flock together.

"There was no need for you to do that. Charles can come to the program and be interviewed if he wants."

Spencer nodded in agreement. "Good idea. For sure, a couple can do a much better job when they're together. Your show will probably become a sensation if that happens." Nonsense! Had these people been bribed by Charles? They were all pushing Charles to me.

I gritted my teeth in exasperation. "I'm busy. Please see yourself off."

With that, I went back to my workstation, took my bag, and got off work.

When I got home, I found that Charles was in my apartment again.

"Why are you here?" I asked crossly while watching him work in the kitchen.

Charles turned around and raised his eyebrows at me. "Am I not allowed to come here?" My eyes fell on the blue apron he was wearing. It made him look like a family man, different from the domineering CEO he really was. I was used to his lofty and noble look that I was taken aback when I saw him dressed like this.

I lowered my gaze and mumbled discontentedly, "Whatever. As if there's something I can do about you here."

"Stop muttering. I came here because you said you wanted to eat pumpkin pie." Charles turned down the heat on the stove as he spoke.

"Don't you think you're being strange recently?" I asked. His presence made my hackles rise.

"Isn't that good?"

"Don't you have anything else to do? Can you just leave me alone? Stop showering me with you affection. It won't work." I acted cold and indifferent in front of him in hopes that he eventually would leave me alone.

Charles snorted and walked over to me imposingly. "You sue and lie in the show, but you don't let me do anything to you." He then stared into my eyes and whispered, "Scarlett, don't you think you're being unfair?"

We were so close that I caught a whiff of the scent of pine on his body. It was intoxicating, so I took two steps back to get away from him. "Love is not fair, and it will never be."

"But you have to give me your answer, don't you?" Charles slowly approached me. I backed and did not let him get too close to me.

"Is that why you've been trying to get close to me? So you can have your revenge?" I stopped and looked at him with a resolute expression.

Charles was a vengeful man, yet I kept testing his patience again and again. It must have taken his willpower to endure me for a long time.

"Whatever you say, you have to understand one thing. I did all these because I love you." As soon as he finished speaking, Charles tapped the tip of my nose.

My ears turned red in embarrassment. His words were too straightforward for my taste.

I pushed him away and averted the topic. "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying."

Charles stood straight and lowered his head to look at me. "I've asked the crew to cut off the part where you said that Miss Lively was cute when she was a child."

"That's a live broadcast. It's useless to cut that part off." I curled my lips and looked at him with furrowed brows. What he had done was completely unnecessary. Someone would catch me saying that nevertheless.

"I'm sure someone will watch the rebroadcast at some point," Charles explained impatiently.

"What about the pumpkin pie? Why are you so kind to me?" I asked, perplexed.

"I put something in it. When you finish it, I'll throw you on the bed and do as I like," Charles retorted with a smirk.

I looked at him warily and wondered if what he had said was true.

"Nah, I'm just messing with you. Go wash your hands. Let's have dinner together." As Charles saw that I was eyeing him with suspicion, he smiled and ruffled my hair playfully. He then turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Instead of doing as he had said, I just stood there. I had a feeling that a friend of mine had betrayed me. Only Abner and Nina knew that I wanted to eat pumpkin pie. I randomly mentioned it while we were having a meal together. Could it be Nina? I would ask her later.

Charles walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup in his hands. When he saw that I was just staring at him, he put the soup down on the table and pulled me into the bathroom.

"I can wash my hands myself." I tried to get rid of Charles's grasp, but he was too strong for me. "You're taking too long. The dishes will be cold soon." Regardless of my refusal, Charles helped me wash my hands, and we finished in no time. At the dining table, he even helped me with the food. I was touched by his gestures, but I did not let him see it. I must admit that Charles's cooking skills were getting better. While we were eating, he suddenly put down his fork and looked at me seriously. "Mom has asked us to hold Grandpa's birthday party. We have to plan for it later."

His gaze made my heart pound wildly in my chest. I gulped down the food in my mouth and recalled, "Mom used to arrange Grandpa's birthday parties herself."

"Don't eat so fast, or you'll choke," Charles cautioned with discontent. He then changed his tone and explained, "Mom assigned the task to us since you've returned. I have to warn you, though. You have to be ready to suffer."

I put down the half-eaten pumpkin pie and looked up at him. "Our relationship is complicated now. Other people will definitely talk about us."

"I don't care." Charles leaned back in his chair and added, "It seems that you're the one who doesn't understand your situation. Let me remind you again. You must be the bride of our wedding next year. Everyone, including the media, knows about it."