Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 238

Charles's POV:

I pushed the door to the private room open and walked inside. "Scarlett, why are you here?"

Unexpectedly, Scarlett cast a cold glare at me and snapped, "Why do you ask? Did I interrupt you and Rita while you two were talking about the good old days?"

Why was she acting like this?

"If you don't have anything else to say, please leave. I have to talk with Diana about work."

I didn't question her any further and left the private room as told.

Scarlett ended up not contacting me at all the entire day.

Except for some messages about work, my phone remained deathly quiet, as if it was broken. I couldn't hold myself back anymore and was about to call Scarlett, when a news notification popped on my phone and caught my attention.

It was gossip news, the tabloid.

The author of the article described how I stood by and did nothing when my first love, Miss Rita Lively, had been beaten, weaving the whole narrative in a dramatic and exaggerated tone. Despite her being so near to me at the time of the incident, I didn't raise a hand to help her at all.

All of this, the article emphasized, was because I feared my wife.

The author also spent a lot of effort making up how evil and horrific Scarlett was. The article made it seem like Scarlett controlled every aspect of my life, from what I eat to what I wear, and how I should carry myself. She was also said to be the one who forbade me from helping Rita. As I went through every word, fury surged in me. I was so angry that I laughed. There was not a single speck of truth in this so-called news article.

More importantly, what would Scarlett think when she saw this? She was already furious with me. Would she be even angrier?

The thought depressed me to no end. I had nowhere to vent my misery, but then, David rang and invited me for a game of tennis.

At the tennis court, I directed of all my wrath on the innocent tennis racket, swinging and hitting the ball with all of my might.

For the first few rounds, David was able to deal with me. Very soon, he was unable to defend against my hits. He stopped, and began protesting angrily.

"Charles, did I offend you in some way or other?"

I weighed the tennis racket, not caring about his outburst. "You're just awful at tennis."

"I should've asked the guy who pissed you off to play with you instead." David shook his head helplessly, exasperated.

He fought against me for another half an hour before finally succumbing and losing the battle. By now, he was out of breath.

"I can't take it anymore. Charles, I want a break!" "No. You're getting weaker recently." I was sweating all over, but I still felt that I hadn't had enough.

David immediately surrendered, not in the mood to play. He called several professional tennis coaches to play with me before leaving the court, exhausted and dejected.

"Come on!" I wiped my sweat, and confronted my new opponents.

Spencer's POV:

Charles's frenzied outburst scared David away.

Fortunately, I didn't play with Charles today, so I wasn't delegated as the cannon fodder. Otherwise, I would've ended up much worse than David.

Just as I was mourning for David's miserable fate, Vivian called me.

"Remember, you have a blind date at seven o'clock tonight. This time, I found a girl that suits your tastes perfectly."

Again?! This was insane!

"Vivian... How many more are there? Why don't you just let them come together?" I snapped crossly, my temples aching in annoyance.

"Well, there are lots more. Spencer, the amount of women your mother found you could form an army. If they come together, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Vivian drawled in a gloating tone. She was taking delight in my misery.

At this moment, I genuinely wondered if she had any feelings for me at all. She was acting like a complete outsider.

"Fine, I got it. I'll be there on time," I answered simply. There was no point in extending our conversation.

"What kind of girl is it this time?" David asked. It seemed he had been eavesdropping on me for a while.

I sighed dejectedly, "I don't know. Vivian said the girl suits my tastes."

"I thought you like girls like Vivian?" David's words were like a knife that stabbed deep inside me.

Yes, I liked her. I liked her, yet she found me blind dates instead!