Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 201

Charles' POV:

"Yes, Charles. Please go ahead." Casting a glance at me from the corner of her eyes, Scarlett was also driving me away, but for some reason I felt that she didn't really mean it.

"Okay, I'm leaving, then." Saying that in a gentle tone, I stood up, and lowered my head to whisper in her ear, "I don't have a driver to take me home, so please wait for me after you've had dinner. I would like you to give me a ride back. Besides, I might get drunk. You know how clients can be, right?"

Scarlett nodded in response.

With a satisfied smile, I gave her a peck on the cheek before I left.

I heard her shouting behind me in an angry voice, "You bastard!"

Once I was out of the private room, I took out my cellphone and deleted Nina's text. It was thanks to her message that I was able to manage to rearrange my dinner appointment with my client and meet Scarlett at this restaurant.

In fact, I was looking forward to going home with Scarlett later. Perhaps, I could use the excuse of being drunk to hold her in my arms and do something naughty.

Although my heart was filled with the excitement of anticipation, the reality of it was a lot crueler.

After seeing my clients off, I returned to the private dining room, but to my surprise, only Richard was there.

"Why are you here?"

"Janet asked me to pick you up." Richard seemed to be nervous as he stood by the door.

"Where is Scarlett?" Looking around the empty room, my expression darkened at once. She lied to me again!

"She has already gone back to the Moore mansion," Richard replied.

Upon hearing that, my anger dissipated a little. At least I would be able to see her at home. I quickly left the restaurant and went to Scarlett's favorite dessert shop.

My mother was delighted to see the desserts in my hand when I got home, and she held out her hand to me. "What a good boy!"

Feeling a little guilty, I subconsciously hid the box of desserts behind my back and said, "I'm sorry, mom. These are for Scarlett. I'll buy you some next time."

"You brat!" She glared at me and added impatiently, "Go upstairs. Scarlett is in the nursery."

I walked up to her and gave her a hug. "Thanks for understanding, mom."

However, she pushed me away coldly.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw that the room to the nursery was closed. It was probably even locked from the inside.

"Scarlett?" I tried to knock on the door several times, but there was no response at all. With a frown, I took out a key and tried to open the door, but to my surprise, it did not work, so I could not help but wonder if the lock was broken.

I called out to Scarlett, but she did not respond.

Frowning, I walked downstairs and asked my mother, "Mom, did you see Scarlett enter the nursery?"

"Yes. And I also saw her asking someone to change the lock. I can't believe that Scarlett is so wary of you. What did you do?" she teased with a smile.

Feeling a headache, I massaged my forehead. Clearly, women were really complicated things, and they were the most unpredictable ones.

The next morning, I woke up early, and waited outside the nursery.

Since it was a weekday, I knew that Scarlett would have to come out of the room to go to work.

Not long after, she opened the door and walked out. She seemed to be sleepy. Her hair was loosely hanging over her shoulders, contrasting her fair skin. I found it so hard to take my eyes off her and focus.

"Scarlett." At first, I wanted to confront her, but after seeing how beautiful she was, I could not help subconsciously softening my tone.

Startled, she looked at me and stammered, "Ch... Charles? Why are you up so early?"

"Yes, since I did not find you at the restaurant after my dinner last night, I got up early to wait outside the nursery door to see you." I approached her, and she stepped back until her back was against the door.

She was trying to avoid my gaze.

"Why did you change the lock?" I questioned her, pinching her chin.

She fluttered her eyelashes and answered in a loud voice, "Of course, it was to prevent someone from sneaking into the room their ex-wife was sleeping, in the middle of the night."

"Ex-wife?" Those words really infuriated me as I pinched her soft cheeks and continued, "Believe it or not, I'll go to the TV station and put up a banner that says, producer Scarlett ruthlessly abandoned her husband."

"How dare you! Quit messing around!" I could tell that she was anxious by the way she shook off my hand.

However, I entwined my fingers with hers, unwilling to let go.

Stunned by my moves, her face turned red.