Farewell To My Endless Love

Charles' POV:

"You'd better not handle this matter indifferently, or Scarlett will only distance herself from you," Grandma warned me coldly. "In fact, I can tell that she does care for you, but you just keep disappointing her and you have no sense of propriety. You always make her mad."

With that, she looked at me with disappointment and helplessness in her eyes.

I continued to remain silent.

The only reason I sent Scarlett abroad on my private plane was because I wanted to make her journey a comfortable one. After all, it would be very exhausting to catch a plane early in the morning. Moreover, the ticket that she had bought was for the economy class. More importantly, I didn't want to stop Scarlett from realizing her dream.

"Scarlett seems to be sick, so take the initiative to go and see her," my mother ordered coldly.

I remained silent as I wondered what reason could I use to make it seem like I did not go there to specifically see her.

"Did you even hear what I just said?" Annoyed by my long silence, Grandma glared at me.

"I know. You guys should rest. I will go to see her." After saying goodbye to my family, I left the house.

As soon as I was outside, I called Amy. "Delay all my schedules. I am going abroad tomorrow."

After that, I asked Spencer and David to meet me. "Do you know where Scarlett is staying abroad?" I asked.

"I haven't contacted her in a long time. She is your wife. Why are you asking me for her address?" Spencer seemed to be astonished by my words.

"What about you? Did you contact her?" I asked David, ignoring the sarcasm in Spencer's tone.

David also gave me the same response, which made me sigh helplessly.

"If you haven't contacted Scarlett, then you must have contacted Nina, at least, right?" Massaging my temples, I looked at Spencer.

"No," Spencer replied.

I thought he must be lying. Staring at him, I said slowly, "You were intimate with Nina before, and now you're saying that you don't even talk to her? Are you really going to shirk your responsibility after sleeping with her?"

"I can sue you for slandering me like that, you know? Believe it or not, nothing happened between us! Forget it. Since we are friends, I have some news for you. They're both unaccustomed to the climate there and are sick now," Spencer said, scrolling through his phone. "Here, take a look."

Saying that, he handed his phone to me.

It was Nina's Facebook page.

There was a picture of her and Scarlett, posted recently. They were both clearly unwell in the picture.

I could not help but feel upset when I noticed how pale Scarlett was in the photo.

"If you're that concerned about Scarlett, then why don't you go see her?" Spencer suggested, noticing my horrified expression.

I glanced at him, and did not say a word, but I had already made up my mind.

"I'm telling you, a woman like Scarlett can get many men abroad. If you don't take the initiative now, then she might end up with another man, and when that happens, don't come crying to us." Spencer was clearly annoying.

"Shut up." I gave him a cold glare, but deep down, I was upset.

"I only said it because I am concerned about your marriage, you ungrateful man!" Spencer looked at me with a pout as though he had been wronged.

"Please get him out of my sight." I looked at David, pleading for help.

"Alright, fine! I'll go by myself. Just think about it, though."

After patting me on the shoulder, Spencer and David left.

The noisy world around me instantly fell silent. I looked out of the window at the neon lights, unable to process how Scarlett might react if she saw me.

Perhaps, she would be mad and refuse to see me.

I felt so nervous that entire night.

The next morning, I took an early flight abroad to see Scarlett.

As soon as I landed, Spencer texted me Nina's address.

And I couldn't wait to go to there.

Once I got there, I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. The thought of seeing Scarlett again made me feel nervous. I was thinking about how I should greet her when I saw her. Before I was even ready, the door was pushed open.

However, Nina didn't seem surprised to see me at all.

"I'm on a business trip," I blurted out.

"What? Mr. Moore, don't try so hard covering it up, because the more you try, the more you end up exposing yourself." Nina snickered.

I cleared my throat and coughed, in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.

"Come in, please." Nina turned around and led me into the house.

When I saw that Scarlett was not inside, a hint of disappointment crashed into my heart. 'Where did she go off to so early in the morning?" "Scarlett has returned home. A celebrity has specifically asked for her to host the interview program," Nina explained.

"I am sorry to bother you."

"You got here right after she left. You guys just..." Nina said with an apologetic glance.

"I have something to do now. I'll see you later." With that, I turned around and left.

I walked alone on the lonely streets. Thinking of what I had done, I felt sad and ironic.

I came there to see her, but she was gone. She didn't tell me when she would come back. It felt like she did not want to see me at all.

Although I hated her in my heart for constantly running around even when she was ill, I could not help but feel sorry for her.

She must still be mad at me about what happened that night. After all, it was all my fault. I felt like I needed to explain it to her in person.

So I took out my phone, wanting to call her. I glanced at her number for a long time, but in the end, I couldn't find the courage to call her.

Scarlett's POV:

After getting off the plane, I turned on my phone, and saw Nina's message.

I clicked on it and saw a picture of Charles' back.

Why was he there? Did he go there on a business trip and stopped by for a visit? Or did he go there just to see me?

"Did he say anything to you?"

I asked Nina over text.

A while later, she called me.

"He said that he was on a business trip."

As soon as I heard her answer, I sighed with relief, but I also felt a little uncomfortable.

Nina continued, "But I don't think that he came here on a business trip at all. He looked worn out. His hair was in a mess and his clothes were wrinkled. Charles is the kind of man who pays a lot of attention to

his image, and I don't think that he would really show up looking like a mess if he was really here on a business trip. I think that he is just using the business trip as an excuse to see you."

"That's impossible!" I said firmly.

"Why so?" Nina asked helplessly.

"I don't think he'll come to me. I got to go to the company now, so bye!"

I was not in the mood to talk about him anymore, so I hung up.

However, Nina's call left me feeling restless all day long.

After work, I went straight home, but I was surprised to see Rita and Richard outside my door.

I decided to ignore them after glancing at them for just a second. Passing by them, I opened the door.

Rita followed me closely with a hypocritical smile.

"Scarlett, how are you doing abroad? I haven't seen you in a long time. Are you used to living here? Have you adapted yourself to the new place yet? If you have any difficulties, then please, let me know and I will do my best to help you. And..." After greeting me intimately, she tried to hold my hand.

I dodged and interrupted her.

"Don't beat around the bush, and get to the point, will you?" I said to her coldly with an indifferent look in my eyes.

"I drugged Charles' wine at Michael's birthday party," Rita said casually as she sat down on the couch.

I was shocked at first, but soon I pulled myself together. My relationship with Charles had been made public that day, and Rita was certainly not the type to give up so easily.

"I was trying to get Charles to go to my room, but he went to your room by accident." Rita was fuming with rage as she uttered those words.

"So, are you here to apologize to me now?"

"I want you to know that Charles only slept with you that night because he was drugged, and not because he loves you," Rita said to me earnestly, taking a deep breath.

"Oh..." I gave her an uninterested glance, because I did not care about it at all.

"I don't care about what happened. I still want to be with Charles. I love him more than anything in the world," she confessed with a smile.

"If you are going to confess your love, then don't do it to me. Don't say such disgusting words in front of me. And perhaps, you're the only one who knows if you're speaking the truth or not." My tone was indifferent as I looked at her clenched fists.

I recalled that night. Charles had not seemed to be drugged at all. In fact, he had been more sober than me.

"By the way, Charles was sober that night." Out of the kindness in my heart, I told Rita the truth. "That's impossible! How could Charles have been sober? He just lost his senses under the effect of the drug. There's no way he'll touch you otherwise. He hates you!" Rita shouted at me in panic.