Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 20

Scarlett's POV:

Mr. Walker's driver took me to a high-end bar not far from the cafe. He ushered me inside and led the way to a long corridor of lush private rooms. Before long, he stopped in front of one and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A deep, attractive male voice called from the inside.

The driver opened the door and gestured to me to go in.

I nodded at him and walked into the private room. The room was dimly lit, but it exuded a cozy ambiance. It was also fair in size. Most of the space was taken up by large, nicely upholstered seats and a small table. Mr. Walker was sitting on the sofa and swirling the contents of his glass. The rust-colored liquid, which I assumed was whiskey, glinted in the light.

"Have a seat, please." I saw a flash of amazement in his eyes the moment he looked at me. He gestured me to take the sofa opposite him.

"Thank you." I sat down.

Then, he said bluntly, "One million dollars a year plus birthday and holiday gifts."

He spoke as if he was pitching a business proposal. My go-to reaction was a tentative chuckle.

"You'll have to explain what's happening here, Mr. Walker. I'm not sure I understand," I said

directly,

"I watch your show. You look pure." He looked at me up and down.

"But I don't believe anything I see on a screen. Not right away at least. I had to see it in person first. Many stars look pure through a TV set but not all of them really are." I was starting to get a sense of what he wanted to happen, and I immediately thought of stopping it before it turned into something that could not be undone. After a few moments, Mr. Walker began to hesitate. He looked at me with scrutinizing eyes as if he was trying to read my every move. When he was about to speak again, we heard a big commotion outside. Someone was trying to enter our private room.

The driver outside tried to stop that person. But obviously, he did not succeed.

The door swung open violently, and Spencer, who was a little out of breath, rushed over to me.

"Scarlett, you've got to come with me. You've got to stop Charles. He's drinking himself to death right now."

"What? Where?" I jumped up from the sofa.

"David and I have been trying to stop him, but he won't listen. You know how he is. He's as stubborn as a mule. He won't listen to either of us."

"Take me to him."

Spencer and I were only halfway to the door when I suddenly stopped.

"No. Call Rita. She should be the one to talk to him." Charles listened to Rita, not me. I could not even get him to take some medications for his fever this morning.

"But Scarlett..." Spencer protested, but I was already walking back to my seat.

I ignored him until he gave up and left.

Charles's POV:

Earlier this evening, Scarlett phoned me and told me that she was going to file for divorce even without me. I got so upset that I was able to power through my fever and dragged myself to the bar. To my relief, Spencer and David were also there.

I went through three rounds of shots without blinking, and as soon as I started slurring my words, Spencer and David stopped the drinks from pouring in.

They tried to stop me from drowning my sorrows, but they failed. Finally, they decided to call Rita.

"Charles, you're burning up. You're not well. You can't drink anymore." Rita walked over to me, sat down beside me, and grabbed my glass.

I leaned back on the sofa, shut my eyes, and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, Rita, we'll leave him to you, all right? We'll just step outside for a bit. Don't worry. We won't come in unless you call us." Spencer's words implied something.

Did he really think that I would have sex with Rita in such a dirty private room in a bar?

I shot Spencer a warning look. He got it so quickly that he grabbed David's arm and started dragging him out. I started yelling.

"No! Stay here, both of you!"

"But we want to give you and Rita some privacy." Spencer grinned cheekily at me.

I wanted to punch him in the face.

I flashed him a menacing look. Then, his throat bobbed, and he let go of David's arm. He settled back on his seat.