Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

I raised my head and snapped, "You're asking for too much! You're being unreasonable!"

Charles did not even flinch when I raised my voice. He just hit me with his cold stare. Suddenly, the warm, comforting vibe in the room turned icy like it was flash frozen by an invisible entity.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I realized that if we did not talk to each other like mature people, we would only violently argue and achieve nothing. So I stood up, walked to his bed, and softened my attitude. "Okay, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. Let's talk, please."

"I wasn't trying to pick a fight with you," Charles muttered.

"I know. I realize that. I'm sorry I yelled at you," I apologized as sincerely as I could.

Charles only glanced at me and did not say anything.

"Fine. Put forward some other conditions," I broke the silence and then quickly added, "Ask for something that I can do."

"Take off your clothes and lie on my bed," Charles replied coldly, "Other than that, I can't think of anything I really want." "Why are you making things difficult for me?" I groaned. Charles knew that I wanted to draw a clear line with him, but he just resisted my every effort to do so. He insisted on breaking down every wall I tried to put up. To be honest, I was getting tired of it.

"You're the one who offered that I put forward another condition," Charles retorted.

After thinking for a while, I decided that my line in the sand was more important than his help. I raised my chin and declared, "You know what, if you don't want to help, then forget it. I'll find another way." "Who are you going to ask for help then? Who else are you willing to beg other than me?" Charles growled.

"Anyone who's willing to help me without taking advantage of me!" I backfired and picked up my phone, which Charles grabbed before I could hit the call button.

He flashed me a fierce look. Then, next thing I knew, I was lying beside him, and he was prying my mouth open with his tongue and plundering my breath. My mind went blank, and I froze.

It took me a few heartbeats to return to my senses. When I was about to push him away, he let go and stared deeply into my eyes. He whispered, "Don't ask anybody else for help."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "Does that mean you're going to help me?"

Charles grinned, pinched my cheek, and said, "Get up."

"Answer me." I refused to oblige until he gave me a definitive answer.

"Just remember what you promised me," he replied. Then, he lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

I took that as a yes. Suddenly, I was in a sunny mood. I smiled at Charles. It still amazed me how stunned I got whenever I looked carefully at his handsome face. "Then I have to call back the director's wife." "No," Charles stopped me and added, "Call her back after two days."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"People don't cherish anything they get easily. I want to teach them how to value things this time," he explained.

I nodded by way of acknowledgement. I thought what he said made sense. I should take this opportunity to make my boss and his wife grateful to me and Charles. Otherwise, they would just take our kindness for granted.

"Well, I've reinstated our agreement. Where's my reward?" Charles asked, held my hand, and then twined his fingers with mine.

"What reward?" I looked at him in a daze. I honestly did not understand what he meant.

Charles flashed me a crooked smile and kissed me passionately once again. He locked me in a tight embrace, making my resistance impossible without ripping his wound open. After a few moments of internal debate, I finally decided to give in. I began kissing him back.

After a very long time, Charles let go and looked straight into my eyes. He licked his lips like he had just finished a delicious dinner. I felt my cheeks burn.

Before either of us could say anything, his phone rang. I took the chance to push him away, slide out of bed, and then hide in the bathroom.

I could not believe the mess I saw in the mirror. My hair was disheveled, and my lips were slightly swollen. My heart was still pounding against my ribcage, and my mind was still screaming at me. I should not be indulging Charles like I just did. If we went on like this, our chances of getting divorced would just get slimmer and slimmer.

I could hear Charles's deep voice through the closed bathroom door. The more I listened to him, the more I wanted to go back out there and kiss him some more. I pointed at myself in the mirror and said, "Get it together, Scarlett! Don't let him change your mind! You'll still divorce him no matter what!" I felt a little pathetic that I had to give myself a pep talk while my soon-to-be ex-husband was right outside being all gorgeous and seductive.

Before I walked out of the bathroom, I decided that I would not utter a single word to Charles. I had to keep my distance. I could not let him breach my walls anymore.

"Your lips look like they hurt. I'm sorry. I'll kiss you carefully next time," Charles beamed while setting a bowl of soup in front of me.

Without looking at him, I pushed the bowl back to him and said, "Don't talk to me. From now on, we're strangers."

"Okay, I can play that game." After that, Charles did not say anything more.

Although I had made up my mind not to talk to him, he was still a patient. I did not have it in my heart to just abandon him, so I stayed in the hospital overnight to look after him. "Aren't we supposed to be strangers? Why are you staying the night?" Charles said coldly.

I rolled my eyes at him, turned my back on him, and continued to chat with Nina on WhatsApp. Maybe it was because the room was too quiet that I fell asleep without realizing it.

Charles's POV:

I did not expect that Scarlett would be so kind to stay the night and accompany me in the hospital. Her presence made me happy, and because I was in a good mood, I was able to work more efficiently. After I was done with my work, I found that Scarlett had fallen asleep on the sofa. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, and her chest was moving up and down steadily with every breath. I got up, grabbed a blanket, and covered her with it. Then, I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. As my lips touched her skin, I felt a ripple of affection in my heart. If only she could stay by my side forever.

I picked up Scarlett's phone that she dropped on the floor and set it on the coffee table. Before I could go back to bed, her phone vibrated twice. There was a new message from Nina, which read, "Scarlett, do you still want to sue for divorce?"

In less than two seconds, Nina sent another message. This time, it read, "Charles cares about you very much. My father actually suggested that you reconsider your decision to sue."

I smiled bitterly. Everyone could see that I really loved Scarlett, but Scarlett did not want to believe me.

The next day, after checkup, the doctor cleared me and discharged me from the hospital and instructed me to continue to rest at home.

Although Scarlett still was not talking to me, she still looked after me and did not let me exert myself too much.

If she cared about me so much, then what on earth was she being so stubborn for? I was starting to get a headache from all the silent treatment Scarlett was giving me, but at the same time, I could not help smiling to myself. Indeed, a man in love found silly things cute.

Scarlett accompanied me home, settled me down and then prepared to leave. As a man who did not let opportunities slip through his fingers, of course, I would not let her leave easily. Honestly, I was afraid that she might not take the initiative to come to me again.

So I gave the glass on my bedside table a little push until it fell and broke on the floor. A few heartbeats later, Scarlett was rushing into the room, alarmed by the sound of breaking glass. I almost smiled at the panicked look on her face.

I shoved down my guilt and said in a strained voice, "I'm sorry. I was just trying to get myself some water, but the glass slipped and fell."

"Did you hurt your hand?" Scarlett hurriedly walked over and checked my hand.

"So you're finally talking to me?" I lowered my head and half-smiled.

"Did you hurt your hand, Charles?" Scarlett asked again, ignoring my comment and emphasizing my name.

"I don't think so, but it hurts. I can't move it properly," I replied, surprised that the lie just easily rolled off my tongue.

"In that case, I'll stay. You need someone to take care of you," Scarlett said without hesitation.

"Oh, that's so kind of you, honey," I muttered, pretending to be calm, but in fact, I was barely able to contain my delight. Scarlett was really a rare treasure.

In the afternoon, my assistant came over with some documents for me and gifts for Scarlett from some of our business partners.

"Hello, Mrs. Moore. The company's partners want you to have these gifts," my assistant said to Scarlett respectfully.

"For Mrs. Moore?"" Scarlett read the card on one of the gifts and flashed my assistant a confused look.

"Yes."

"How did they know that I was..." Scarlett paused, her face blushing. She was obviously not yet used to being addressed as Mrs. Moore.

"Our partners aren't the only ones who are aware of your identity, Mrs. Moore. The whole world already knows as well," my assistant explained.

Scarlett's jaw dropped to the floor in shock. She whipped her head toward me, and I shrugged at her to tell her that there was nothing I could do to make her existence unknown again. And even if I could make it happen, I did not want to. I wanted everyone in the world to know that Scarlett was my wife so that no one would dare covet her.

After my assistant left, Scarlett walked up to me and started berating me, "Aren't you going to clarify it?"

"Clarify what?" I pretended that I did not understand her and flashed her an innocent look. If she wanted to draw a line between us, then I would mark her with my name.

"This isn't funny, Charles. You need to do something about it," Scarlett raised her voice.