Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 259

Scarlett's POV:

I tried going back to sleep. But before I could completely drift off, my phone rang.

I clicked my tongue. Who could possibly call me this early in the day? I didn't want to answer, so I grabbed the quilt and pulled it over my head.

But my phone kept ringing. It seemed that whoever was calling didn't intend to give up.

I groaned and reached for my phone on the bedside table. The call was coming from Vivian. "Hey, Scarlett. I heard that you're back. Let's have drinks tonight. I have something to tell you." "I can't tonight, Vivian. I have something to deal with. How about tomorrow night?"

"That works for me. And maybe there will be a good show for us to watch."

"All right then. See you."

After hanging up with Vivian, I couldn't fall asleep anymore, so I decided to just get up and wash up.

While I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, the heavenly smell of breakfast wafted in from the kitchen. As a response, my stomach grumbled.

After I finished up, I went to the kitchen to see how Charles was doing. He was still cooking when I arrived. He was in boxer shorts and a white shirt, but he still looked regal. Sometimes, his handsomeness still caught me off-guard.

I sauntered into the kitchen, sat at the counter, and watched him cook.

Charles's dishes didn't exactly look exquisite, but given the choice, I would pick his food over those from fancy restaurants. Every time I saw him cooking, I felt like my heart was being engulfed by a sense of comforting warmth.

Charles turned around and stared at me for a few moments. Then, he waved his hand and said, "Come here."

I blinked. "What?"

"Come over here," Charles repeated.

I stood up and strode toward him. I looked at the hamburger with bacon and egg and the blueberry waffle that he made, and my mouth instantly watered. I said with admiration, "Wow, honey. The food looks amazing. I didn't know you knew how to make these."

"It's not that hard. I just followed the recipe." He smiled proudly at me.

"So why am I standing here?"

"Hug me."

"Why? You're cooking. If I hug you, I'll restrict your room for movement." I eyed him carefully and tilted my head to the side.

"Just hug me, Scarlett," Charles ordered in a low voice, trying to sound like a domineering entity. To me, he just sounded like a spoiled little boy.

"Fine." I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled faintly of perfume laced with a bit of tobacco.

Charles tore open a package of oatmeal and continued to cook.

I held him and, after a few moments, moved my hand to his chest.

"Scarlett!" Charles stopped what he was doing and turned to warn me, "Do you want your breakfast ruined?"