Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 104

Scarlett's POV:

I stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "You're horrible! Did you even consider my feelings when you decided that?" My grievances surged up in my heart. Whether it be the divorce or wedding, Charles only informed me of his decision. Not once did he bother to ask my opinion, even if the matter concerned me.

"Scarlett, if you haven't noticed, I've been making concessions. If I've never considered your feelings, I would've already forced myself into you. Besides, do you think I would allow you to live here alone if I didn't care about what you feel?" Charles looked at me with a burning gaze, unmoved by my complaint.

"Should I thank you for being considerate?" I cried out. What kind of concession was that? If he had not been entangled with Rita, I would have just let him shower me with his affection without any guilt or shame.

Charles was taken aback when I suddenly let out a sob. His expression softened, and he asked with concern, "Why are you crying? I didn't say anything harsh."

I stifled a sob and argued, "I'm not crying. You're just being annoying."

"Yes, yes. You're not crying. I'm sorry." Charles held my hand and coaxed me, "Honey, sit down. Would you like some pumpkin pie?"

In a fit of anger, I stood up, pushed the chair away, and scoffed, "Pumpkin pie? Ha! Help yourself!" My blood boiled in anger. He never took my words seriously, and he only cared about himself.

Charles also stood up and warned, "If you leave, don't blame me for being rude."

I was so mad at him that his warning was the last thing I cared about. "Do you want a fight? Come on! I'm not scared of you!" I fired back.

Without waiting for his response, I picked up my coat on the sofa and turned around to leave. I wanted to get out of this suffocating place and get away from Charles.

But before I could take another step, he held me by the waist, kicked the door of the bedroom open, and threw me onto the bed.

"Let go of me! You are so unreasonable!" I glared at him with tearful eyes. However, he just grabbed my hands regardless of the look of resentment on my face.

I was so mad that I felt like my world was spinning around. I struggled with all my might to get out of his grasp. But, of course, I made sure not to overdo it. I might be furious at him, but I cared about him enough not to exacerbate the injury on his right arm. He must have known that I would be considerate to him, so he blatantly showed his shamelessness.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt. I knew I would not win against him, so I eventually gave up.

"You're bullying me," I choked.

Charles stiffened for a second and then wiped my tears away. I must say, the concern in his eyes softened my heart. "How can I bear to bully you? I love you," he said in an aggrieved yet caring tone.

"Then why are you so inconsiderate? Can't you make a compromise for me from time to time?"

"If I do, you'll run away."

Charles lowered his head and moved his face close to mine.

Just as our lips touched, I turned my head away and dodged his attempt. "No," I said crossly.

Charles seemed dissatisfied with what I had done. He bit my lip hard and pulled it. I could not help but groan in pain.

"This is your punishment," he whispered. He then sucked my tongue, and it made an ambiguous sound when he licked it.

I could not breathe, not when he was being amorous. I pushed his shoulder with all my strength, but he would not budge. His eyes were with lust, and his breath came in short and heavy. He finally let go of my lips, but he started to work his way down.

"Stop..." I protested weakly as Charles kissed my neck, but he did not seem to hear me.

He kissed my collarbone, and his hands slipped under my clothes and wandered on my body. I could not help but panic when I felt something hard against my lower abdomen.

"Charles, calm down. I... I want to eat the pumpkin pie." I was panting from the intensity of the moment. But before something could happen, I cut him off, afraid that I would be unable to resist him if this went on.

"Shh. Be quiet," Charles complained in a low and hoarse voice. He kissed me again. But this time, it was deep and fervent. It went on for a long while before he finally decided to let go of me.

We returned to the dining room to eat. When we were seated at the table, I lowered my head and did not once raise my head to look at him. My face was still red after what happened, and it remained flushed for a long time. Sitting next to me, Charles just handed me another slice of the pumpkin pie casually as if nothing had just happened.

"Eat slowly. Nobody will grab it from you," he joked. His voice rang in my ears as he was sitting right next to me.

I could hardly maintain my composure. I tried my best to ignore him and finish the food on my plate so that I could go back to my room as soon as possible.

But Charles did not let me get away from him. He held my hand and forced me to finish all the food.

In the end, I ate too much more than I intended to eat. So I would not have indigestion, I volunteered to wash the dishes.

It was probably because of Charles's gaze that I could not focus on my task. Two plates accidentally slipped from my hand. Exasperated, I sighed and turned around to face him. "Don't you have work to do? If you're bored, why don't you read books instead of watching me?"

His presence was making me nervous.

"I'm keeping an eye on you." With a smile, Charles squatted down and picked up the shattered plates.

My lips curled into a pout, but I did not say anything in response. I just took a step back so that he would be able to reach the trash with ease.

Now that he had thrown the broken pieces, Charles kissed the corner of my mouth and offered, "Let me help you."