Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 137

Scarlett's POV:

"Honey, what are you doing?" I asked when I noticed what Charles was doing.

In silence, he got on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips. Then, he gently kissed my forehead, my brows, and my nose. I could feel the warmth of his breath.

"Call me that way again," he demanded while kissing me.

"Honey." I couldn't resist his temptation, so I obliged to his request.

Charles smiled with satisfaction. While kissing me, he said, "My dearest wife."

His kiss left me flustered. I buried my head in his chest, and let him carry me upstairs.

"I wanna do it right now. Is it okay?" Charles placed me on the bed and began to kiss me again.

"No, you can't." I immediately came to my senses.

"Why? Don't you think I'm great in bed?" Charles asked as his face turned stern.

"Oh, don't get me wrong! You're amazing. It's just that... I've only just gotten out of the hospital, remember?" I chuckled helplessly.

After staring at me for a long time, Charles stood up and went to the bathroom.

When I heard the sound of running water, I breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched my belly.

Each time we would have sex, Charles would become wild. It worried me that the child in my womb could get hurt.

Not long after, he came out of the bathroom. He removed the towel around his waist, lay beside me, and embraced me.

His hands felt cold. I wanted to move away, but he stopped me.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't be able to control myself," Charles murmured.

Suddenly, I felt his thick, hard cock poking the back of my waist. I tensed up and dared not move again.

"Honey, can we please do it today? I really want you," Charles pleaded, kissing the back of my neck.

"We really can't," I said, determined to refuse his plea.

"Perhaps... we can do something else," he said in a husky voice as he guided my hand down to his penis.

I sighed and just allowed him to guide my hand in masturbating him. The sounds of his pleasured moans were music to my ears.

When my hand felt sore, he finally came as he grunted with pleasure.

I was so tired that I fell asleep afterwards.

The next morning, I didn't see Charles when I woke up.

I immediately got up to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Christine's maid, Mary, came to bring me breakfast.

I asked her to put it on the table, indulged in my thoughts. I was wondering if Charles had gone to see Rita.

This morning, there was news about a famous actress who had tried and committed suicide.

I kept on thinking about it, and didn't realize that I had been sitting at the table and staring blankly into space.

"Miss Scarlett, are you okay?" Mary asked as she put down the breakfast on the table. She seemed worried that I was absentminded.

"I'm fine," I said, shaking my head.

"But, you don't look okay." Mary was still concerned about me.

Later on, my phone began to ring.

"Scarlett, Mary told me that you've been absentminded the whole morning. Rita didn't commit suicide because of you. Try not to let it get to your head. There's no need for you to feel guilty about it," Alice said to me over the phone.

"Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm just wondering what kind of font I should use for the invitations," I said with a chuckle. "Anyway, I'm about to have breakfast. I'll talk to you next time when I go back. Bye, Mom!"

With that, I hung up the phone hurriedly.

Truthfully, I wasn't that worried. I was just curious about what Charles would do next.

However, he didn't come home until it was eleven in the morning, so I began to feel uneasy. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go open the door." I stopped Mary before she could stand up, got up, and trotted towards the door.