Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 101

Scarlett's POV:

I was alone on the sofa when I woke up. But I got the sense that Charles slept next to me last night. Maybe it was a dream, but I could not be sure.

"Good morning, Mrs. Moore. Mr. Moore just went upstairs," the servant who was cleaning said to me.

I took a deep breath and nodded. I kept my face neutral, but deep inside, I felt ashamed and flustered.

"He told me to tell you as soon as you wake up to go upstairs and take a shower," the servant added.

I did not understand why Charles always had to use such ambiguous words that easily gave other people the wrong idea. As blood rushed to my cheeks, I lowered my gaze and made my way upstairs.

I ran into Charles just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. He was drying his hair with a towel. He was naked from the waist up. The muscles on his torso were well-defined, and his collarbone, for some reason, looked sexy and inviting. When he raised his head, his Adam's apple slightly bobbed.

I averted my eyes and swallowed. "Will you please put a shirt on?" "No. It's hot." Charles put down the towel and glanced at me. "Why is your face so red?"

"It's stuffy downstairs," I snapped, feeling a bit embarrassed by how defensive I sounded.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Charles asked, confused and a bit annoyed. He pinched my chin and forced me to look at him.

Standing close to him now, I could see that his skin was still slick, and for reasons I could never fathom, he looked a hundred times more handsome to me when he was fresh out of the shower.

We looked into each other's eyes for a long time. In the end, I lost the little staring contest and shook off his grip on my chin. I suddenly remembered that his arm had not recovered yet, so I walked past him and grabbed the hairdryer from one of the drawers in the bathroom. "Let me help you dry your hair."

Charles beamed and nodded.

"Sit down. I can't reach your head." He was way taller than I was. I could only reach up to his shoulder.

He sat on a chair obediently, and I started to blow -dry his hair, which was short and soft. It was the first time that I helped him dry his hair. It felt a little unnatural to me. From time to time, I grazed the back of his ear with my fingers, and when I did, I felt some sort of tingle. I clenched my jaw and shoved down my emotions until I was done.

"There. You're all good," I said after making sure his hair was all dry.

Charles stood up and raised his eyebrows at me. "How should I thank you?"

"No need for gestures of gratitude. You're always welcome. We should help each other and build a harmonious future," I joked, but at the back of my mind, I wished that our relationship could be much, much simpler.

"Well, I don't want to owe you anything," Charles pressed.

Why did I get the feeling that he had used that tone with me before? I knitted my brows.

"How about I repay you with a kiss?" Charles suggested smugly.

I pushed him away, feeling repulsed by his behavior. "I said there's no need for you to thank me."

"No, I insist. I have to pay back what I owe you. That's what you do with me. And didn't you say we're strangers? A kiss shouldn't be an issue with us, should it?" he teased.

I raised my head and glared at him. I resented that he was using my own words to get me to do what he wanted.

"Relax. I'm kidding," Charles laughed after a brief pause and then looked into my eyes.

I heaved a sigh of relief, but next thing I knew, his lips were a hair's breadth away from mine, and before I could draw another breath, he was already kissing me. He sucked on my lower lip and then traced my teeth with the tip of his tongue. For once, he was not being aggressive. He was being so gentle that I considered kissing him back despite my mind's objections. Before I could completely get lost in his intoxicating kiss, I raised my hand, put it on his chest, and pushed him away. My knees threatened to buckle as he let go but put a finger under my chin and tipped my head up.

He gave me two soft pecks on the lips before flashing me a satisfied smile.