Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 211

Scarlett's POV:

Could the divorce be fake...?

Thinking of this, suspicion grew within me. I asked William to order food for us first. After that, and I took the elevator upstairs to where Charles and Lucia were.

In my haste, I had forgotten to knock on the door of Room 808 and directly pushed it open. Unexpectedly, I was met with a steamy sight.

Lucia was dangerously close to Charles, a coquettish smile on her dolled-up face. She leaned forward seductively and raised a glass of wine. Her full chest almost touched Charles's arm.

Charles didn't refuse Lucia's approach. He leaned back on his chair in a relaxed manner and clinked glasses with Lucia casually. There was even a faint smile on his lips, as if he was taking delight in her attention. He seemed to be enjoying the moment very much.

When he met my eyes, his face suddenly changed and his relaxed look morphed into shock. "Scarlett...!"

By now, my face was as cold as ice. "What a coincidence."

Lucia turned and saw me as well. She hurriedly put down her glass, panic coloring her face, and burst into a nervous explanation. "Don't get me wrong, Scarlett! Nothing happened between Charles and me. I was just making a toast. The reason I invited him to dinner was because I wanted to thank him for the sponsorship..."

"Don't worry. Scarlett won't care who I drink with." Charles drank without a care in the world, as if no one was around. He rubbed his thumb against the glass in his hand lazily.

With his sharp and good-looking features, he looked extremely handsome. He had drunk a little too hastily just now, and a small spot of red wine remained at the corner of his mouth. It gave him the impression of a vampire who had just satiated his thirst with blood. He looked ruthless and condescending, attractively so.

Anger, depression, suspicion, and countless other emotions filled me, combining into a large lump that blocked my windpipe. Suddenly, I found it difficult to breathe.

Just like that, I was no longer in the mood to question whether the divorce was true or false. When I took another look at Charles, discomfort crept on me.

"I entered the wrong room. Sorry to bother you. Have a good time." I put on a fake smile and bade them goodbye as calmly as I could, but in reality, my mind was in a mess.

The moment I turned around to leave, I ran into Spencer, who had just come back.

He quickly stopped me and demanded, "Scarlett, are you going to leave just like that?"

I patted him on the arm and comforted him, "William's waiting for me downstairs. Don't worry about me."

Then, I walked past him and headed downstairs.

I returned to the private room I booked with William. All kinds of tasty dishes filled the table, but I had no appetite. William poured me a glass of red wine, which I picked up and drowned in an instant.

"Scarlett?" William looked at me, surprised. A frown colored his face and he advised, "Don't torture yourself because of anger. You're more likely to get drunk if you drink too fast."

"I'm not angry at all." That was a lie.

William seemed to see through me with just one glance. He swapped the red wine in front of me with non-alcoholic juice.

"Every man would act according to the circumstances. You have to learn to distinguish between what's real and what isn't. Don't take things seriously easily and anger yourself for no reason."

I had no choice but to nod. "Yes, I know, Mr. William. Can I have a glass of wine now?"

William poured me some wine in a glass, but was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

Right after that, who should come in but Lucia. She pushed the door open and marched in, then took to staring at us with an unreadable look. "Am I interrupting you?"

"What's the matter?" I put down my wine glass, shooting her a cold but composed stare.

"Scarlett." Lucia looked slightly drunk. She staggered to me and mumbled pitifully, "You can't be angry. There's really nothing going on between Charles and me."