Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 203

Scarlett's POV:

After dinner, William and I chatted all the way to the parking lot.

While we were walking, my car, which was being driven by Janet, stopped in front of me. I turned to William to say goodbye, but I saw that his face had turned dark and gloomy. "I forgot to call my driver. I shouldn't have drunk," he said glumly.

"Still, you can call your driver now," I reminded him.

William looked at me and sighed. "Actually, I'm meeting someone later. I'm afraid I'll be running late if I call my driver over now. Would you be so kind as to give me a ride? Our meeting place isn't far from here."

I was hesitant at first, but I agreed in the end.

William got into my car and told Janet the address. Just as he had said, it was not that far.

His eyes were glued to his phone along the way. Neither of us spoke the whole ride.

A few moments later, we stopped at a red light, and a brightly lit ice cream parlor caught my attention. I had seen many netizens ' recommendations for this shop. They said that it was a nice place to hang out.

William must have sensed what I was thinking. "Do you want to go there?" he asked with a gentle smile.

I shook my head. "I don't think now's the right time. You're meeting someone, remember? Let's get you there first."

William raised his phone and explained, "Well, the person I'm meeting will arrive an hour later. Flight delays. Why don't we eat ice cream first?" Well, it was not a bad idea, so I nodded in agreement. I turned to look at Janet and said, "Let's go to the ice cream store."

We sat by the window and chatted while we ate ice cream.

William was very knowledgeable. Apparently, he had been to many countries. And now, he was telling me enthusiastically the fascinating things he had encountered abroad.

"I envy you. You've traveled the world," I said with a sigh.

Charles shrugged. "You can do it too."

"Sadly, I have lots of things to worry about, so I can't just go." I took a spoonful of ice cream and put it into my mouth absentmindedly.

"Scarlett..." William called me.

I looked up and looked into his eyes. "What is it?" "You're so careless. Look. You have ice cream at the corner of your mouth." Then a hand wiped the melted ice cream off my mouth, and the warmth of his hand brought me back to my senses.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest. I raised my head and saw Charles standing beside me. "Charles, what are you doing here?" I asked, bewildered.

As soon as I uttered these words, I realized that I had said them so many times these past few days. Charles was everywhere.

"Well, I happened to see you when I passed by." He sat down next to me, took my spoon, and ate my ice cream. His handsome face was very close to mine, and his gaze were tantalizing. "Wow. This is good. If you want, I can buy the whole store for you," he added.

Buy it? Was this man out of his mind? Was he that rich that he could buy the whole store just because he liked the product?

However, what Spencer had said back then crossed my mind, ruining my mood in an instant.

To answer my question: Yes, Charles was that wealthy. He could burn money as he pleased. In fact, he had agreed to sponsor Lucia. A small ice cream store would not make a dent in his wealth.

For a moment, we stared into each other's eyes. His eyes were telling me that I could be the hostess of this shop in a snap of his fingers.

While we were looking into each other's eyes, William's phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone at once. "You're here now? Alright. I'll be right there."

As soon as the call ended, William said goodbye to us and then left in a hurry.

"Don't look at him." Charles held my chin with his thumb and index finger and made me look at him. Then, he leaned over and pressed his forehead against mine. "I'm waiting for your answer, but you're ignoring me," he said in an aggrieved tone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the customers were staring at us. Embarrassed, I pushed Charles away from me. "No. I don't want you to buy this shop for me."

"If you say so. By the way, do you have any tissue? My hand is sticky." Charles leaned back and looked at me leisurely. He was calm as usual, but I was not. My ears were red and hot from embarrassment.

I rummaged in my handbag, looking for a tissue. Suddenly, Charles pointed at something in my bag and asked, "Didn't you say you lost that?"

It was my wedding ring, shining brightly in my bag.