Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 25

Scarlett's POV:

As I heard my dress being unzipped, I came to my senses in an instant.

"Charles, stop!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Charles, whose eyes were burning with lust, was stunned.

In fear that he would force me, I immediately explained to him, "I'm on my period."

"What?" Charles looked at me confusedly as though trying to figure out if I was telling the truth or not.

While he was distracted, I pushed him with all my strength and ran to the bedroom.

I also locked the door, so he would not be able to follow me in. I then leaned my back against it and calmed myself down. Once I was sure I was in the right mind, I warned myself inwardly.

'Scarlett, you two are going to divorce! Why do you easily fall for him? You should be firm so that you won't get hurt because of him again!'

I kept forcing myself to get a grip, but it seemed to have little to no effect.

My mind was in a mess. That evening, I tossed and turned in bed and did not fall asleep until the latter half of the night.

The next day, I woke up at the sound of the doorbell.

With sleepy eyes, I got up and opened the door of the bedroom. I surmised that Charles was sleeping in the living room, so I decided to change my lingerie first.

It took me a while to get dressed. Even so, the doorbell had not stopped ringing since. The person outside the door was quite stubborn, which made me think that it was Rita. However, the visitor was not ringing the doorbell as impatiently as she did, so I figured that it must be someone else.

I finally opened the door a few moments later. I was right. It was not Rita but Spencer. For some reason, he was all dressed up.

"I saw Charles's car downstairs," he said lightly. He stepped inside, and his gaze fell on the sofa, where Charles was sleeping.

Spencer pointed at Charles, who was looking at him with a gloomy face, and asked in disbelief, "Did he sleep here last night?"

Charles' POV:

I was sleeping soundly when the doorbell rang relentlessly. It was so annoying.

Who would come to see Scarlett early in the morning anyway?

If it were a man, I would not let her leave with him. Anyway, I pretended not to hear the relentless ringing of the doorbell and continued to sleep. I thought that if nobody answered the door, the person who had come would eventually leave.

To my surprise, Scarlett opened the door.

"I saw Charles's car downstairs," the visitor said. As he spoke, he walked inside, and his eyes widened upon seeing me lying on the sofa. He pointed at me and asked, "Did he sleep here last night?"

It was Spencer. What the hell was he doing here early in the morning?

I immediately sat up and glared at him. "What are you doing here?"

"What else? I came here to pick my girlfriend for work. My dear Scarlett, I'm a good boyfriend, am I not?" Spencer put his arm around Scarlett's shoulders as if declaring sovereignty.

"She's not your girlfriend yet. She hasn't said yes to you," I reminded him with a frown.

But then, Scarlett wrapped her arms around Spencer's waist and leaned against his chest. "Who said that I hadn't agreed yet? Spencer is my type. I'm glad to have him as my boyfriend." "I feel the same way, honey." Spencer gazed at Scarlett's sweet smile and loudly kissed her on the forehead. "It's all thanks to your ex-husband. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be together, and we'd still be friends."

Scarlett smiled at me, and what she said next rang in my ears. "Thank you, my ex-husband."

I was reminded of who I was to her, and I felt as though a fishbone had gotten stuck in my throat. I clenched my hands into fists so tightly that I could almost hear the cracking sound of my joints.

However, it suddenly occurred to me that I was the one who pushed her away. I could only hold back my temper at the thought of this.

"It's late in the morning now. Why haven't you made breakfast yet?" I asked crossly.