Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 227

Charles' POV:

It was fortunate that Scarlett recovered soon, and was set to be discharged from the hospital today. Upon my arrival at the hospital, I saw her slowly walking out of the ward with Janet's help.

I walked over to her side at once. Janet took one look at me, and stepped back immediately.

Without Janet's help, Scarlett lost her balance and leaned towards me for support. I used this opportunity to carry her in my arms. I also didn't forget to avoid touching her wounded abdomen. "Charles, what are you doing? We're at the hospital!" Scarlett began to blush. "Put me down! I can walk just fine."

"No," I said bluntly.

Along the corridor of the hospital, nurses and patients passing by were all looking at us.

"Wow! Mr. and Mrs. Moore are so romantic," they said.

"I'm sure the Mrs. Moore is the happiest woman in the world," said another.

I didn't mind showing off how much I loved Scarlett in front of the public, for I believed that our happiness was something others should see. "Put me down, please," Scarlett whispered in my ear.

I stood in place and replied, "If you keep nagging me, I won't leave this place."

Upon hearing my response, Scarlett clammed up and buried her face in my chest. She then wrapped her arms around my neck.

As I carried her out of the hospital, the sun shone down on us. It felt warm and energizing.

Soon, the car arrived at the Moore mansion and slowly pulled over.

When I saw how Scarlett looked out the window, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Scarlett, try not to sneak away whenever I'm not at home, okay?" I remarked.

Scarlett looked at me, visibly surprised. "That thought didn't even cross my mind. You're so paranoid!" she remarked.

"Well, I hope you're telling the truth." I shot her a cold glance. "But even if you do think of escaping, the house is now equipped with electronic locks, and I can control them remotely." Scarlett forced a smile as her mouth twitched. "Oh... that's quite convenient," she said.

I nodded at her and smirked.

Then, she stared at me and opened the door, ready to disembark from the car.

When I saw her having difficulties getting off the car, my heart ached. In order to assist her, I immediately got off the car and went to her side to support her. "Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked.

Barely had she taken a few steps, beads of sweat already formed on Scarlett's forehead, and some strands of hair stuck to her forehead. Her face was pale and looked particularly frail. She was like a porcelain doll that would break apart at the slightest touch.

A frown appeared on my lips as I carried her in my arms.

"Ah!" Startled, Scarlett wrapped her arms around my neck and her eyes widened. "What do you think you're doing? I can walk just fine!"

"It'll be sun down before you get to your room at that pace," I said. Ignoring her complaint, I strode into the Moore mansion.

"Ugh! Stop exaggerating. That's not what will happen," Scarlett retorted, sounding displeased as she pinched my cheek.

I turned my head towards her, casting her a stern glare.

But even though I was practically staring daggers at her, Scarlett was unfazed. She clasped my face with both hands and began to pull it upwards and downwards like she was toying with me. It was then that she began to defend herself so eloquently. "Don't look at me like that. You pinch my face all the time! This is just payback, you know!"

"If you want to pinch me so badly, why don't you grab some other part of my body?"

Clearly infuriated by my remark, Scarlett gnashed her teeth and covered her mouth. "What the hell are you talking about? Shut up, Charles!"

I raised an eyebrow at her and let out an exasperated sigh.

Upon our arrival at the bedroom, I gently placed Scarlett on the bed. "Do you want me to bring

James here, so you'll have company?" I asked.

"Yes, please." When I mentioned James, her face softened at once.

I took this opportunity to approach her, and I looked into her eyes. "Scarlett, as long as you're willing to stay in the Moore mansion, you can be with James every single day, and witness every moment of his growth."

Scarlett was lost in thought. Her eyelashes quivered, and her eyes glinted under the light.

I couldn't resist the urge to try and kiss her. However, she shrank back, staring at me vigilantly the moment before our lips touched.

"You know, that attitude really stings." I faked being annoyed and shot her a cold glance. "I forgot how obsessed James has been with the new toys that his Grandma bought for him recently. I don't think he'll be in the mood to accompany you," I added.

Scarlett's POV:

Charles' words got me anxious, so I immediately held his hand. "Someone should keep an eye on him while he's playing with his toys. I can watch over him, and he can keep me company in the meanwhile."

Charles didn't respond. He just looked at me with a knowing smile on his face.

I was displeased to see his reaction. "What the hell, Charles? Are you trying to trick me again?"

He still didn't answer me. Instead, he suddenly approached me. And before I could react, I was already overwhelmed by his kiss. He held my nape and continued to kiss me. As our lips intertwined, my heart began to race.

Charles was like a predator that had finally captured its prey. Regardless of how much I resisted, he did not stop kissing me and nibbling on my lips.

I could feel his palm on the back of my neck, gradually moving up and clasping my hair. Then, he pressed my face against his, deepening our kiss. I wanted to escape, but the tenderness of this intimate moment was far too tempting. To me, it felt like even my very soul was trembling with pleasure. Slowly, my stiff body relaxed as I clung to his arms with every ounce of strength I had.

After a long time, he moved away and pressed his forehead against mine, catching his breath. The warmth of his breath seeped into my skin, and the sound of his husky voice was music to my ears.

"You know what, Scarlett? I can only feel at peace when you're in this household. I can't live without you anymore."

Silence engulfed the room. I could feel my ears buzzing and I struggled to compose myself. It was undeniable that whenever he was this blunt about his feelings for me, my heart would flutter and I could feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach.