Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 133

Scarlett's POV:

"I said I want this wedding more than anyone else," Charles repeated himself, looking at me.

As I smiled bitterly, a hint of disappointment flashed in my eyes.

"Don't you want to be with me?" Charles stood up and slowly walked towards me.

"I just want to keep a low profile," I answered, shaking my head.

"We are already married. The wedding is just a ceremony." He seemed to be so emotional that his eyes were almost red.

"But it's not something that I want," I said in a firm voice.

"But I want the whole world to see you wearing a wedding dress for me," Charles said softly.

I hung my head and sat on the edge of the bed without saying anything to him.

"I'll get some water to wash your feet." Saying that with a sigh, Charles left.

"Charles, you are going to get tired of me sooner or later." Looking at his back, I could not help but shout.

He paused and said in a casual tone, "Even if it means that I would get tired of you in the future, we should still try to build our love first, right?" I was speechless, and did not know what to say. Charles walked out of the bathroom with a bucket in his hand. Helping me soak my feet in the soothing warm water, he was so gentle and focused.

"Charles, I don't want a wedding with you," I repeated firmly.

"I know."

His attitude rendered me speechless.

"You are going to regret marrying someone you don't love." Saying that, I dropped my hands feebly.

"I love you, and I'm certain of it. But as for whether you feel the same about me or not, I think you should ask that to yourself." Charles looked at me with determination in his eyes.

I did not know what to say, and I was clearly dumbfounded. Without saying more, Charles wiped my feet dry and walked to the bathroom to empty the bucket.

I was lost in thought as I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"You haven't changed your sanitary pad the entire day." Standing by the bed, Charles looked at me. "So you weren't on your period at all, were you?"

I kept silent, feeling a little upset that I completely forgot about it.

"Do you find it amusing to lie to me?"

I shook my head instinctively.

"You are my woman, and you can't avoid such things. Besides, I am a man with a strong sexual desire," Charles said lightly as he leaned down to kiss my neck.

I groaned and tried to resist him. Charles made me lie straight as he looked into my eyes.

"Why can't you try to accept me?" There was a hint of confusion in his tone.

I gave a helpless sigh as I said, "I don't have confidence in you."

"But haven't you loved me ever since you were a kid?" Charles reminded me in a confident tone.

"I only did it because I was young and thoughtless." I looked away in embarrassment.

"Then you are more thoughtless now!" he sneered.

"Do you still want me?" I asked him in an angry tone.

"Of course, I do!" Charles continued to explain with a smile, "Men always value the things more when they have to suffer to get it. If you are obedient and submissive, then I might get tired of you before the wedding, and we'll probably not have to hold a wedding ceremony at all."

My heart felt heavy again when I heard those words. "If you would get tired of me so soon... Then how are we supposed to spend the rest of our lives together?"

"You want to be with me for the rest of our lives, don't you?" Charles said with a smile, rubbing my nose playfully.

I turned away and ignored him. I knew that he was doing it on purpose.

"I was just kidding. Anyway, I won't let you get away from me again." Saying that, he kissed me on the forehead.

"Can you really do that?" I asked, looking at him with suspicion in my eyes.

"I promise, I will," he said, leaning down to kiss me.

But without any second thoughts, I immediately pushed him away. He had already hurt me once, and I did not want to let him hurt me again.

"Why not?" Charles asked with a frown.

"I'm just tired." I massaged my forehead in exhaustion.

He looked at me calmly and said, "That's not good enough, honey."

Even after thinking for a while, I still could not come up with a convincing excuse. All of a sudden, I felt a chill on my chest and looked down to see that he had unbuttoned my shirt.

"Wait!" I grabbed his hands and suddenly thought of an idea. "I have a stomachache."

"Really?" he asked, looking at me suspiciously.