Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 290

Charles' POV:

When I arrived at the company it was still pretty early in the morning.

While I was sitting alone in my office, my mother's call broke the silence. "Charles, I still want to talk to Scarlett. You two are a couple. There is no need for you to end up like this, and it was not because of you that James..."

"Don't go." I interrupted her coldly.

"Don't you want to patch up with her? Well, why don't you try to talk to her?"

"Mom, stop talking about it, will you? Listen to me, and don't call Scarlett." Although my head felt like it was about to explode from the pain, I had to suppress my emotions and persuade my mother.

In the end, she finally gave in and hung up with a heavy sigh.

I tried to ease my pain by massaging my temples, but it did not help.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and Amy walked in.

Before she could say anything, I frowned, and ordered, "Postpone the meeting for twenty minutes."

She seemed to want to say something, but eventually she left quietly.

Later that evening, I went to the Mint Bar. I hadn't been there in a long time.

Spencer poured me a glass of wine in the private room before he shook his head and sighed. "Since you have stopped coming to my bar, I am going to have to think that you've given up drinking."

"I'm too busy with my work." I lowered my head and continued to drink coldly.

"I am going to open a new branch of the bar in Kitsap next week. Would you like to come?"

"I'm busy next week. I'm afraid I won't be available."

Spencer nudged me with his elbow, raised his eyebrows at me, and said tentatively, "I also invited William and I asked him to bring a date along. Maybe, you can see Scarlett..."

All of a sudden, a sharp noise filled the room.

I crushed the wine glass until the liquid spilled all over the floor.

"Ah! Charles!" Spencer screamed and prized my fingers from the broken glass.

My brain seemed to be numb. I looked at the glass fragments and scratches in my palm, but I didn't feel any pain. "Fortunately, it's just a few scratches."

Spencer carefully removed the debris. I noticed that my palm wasn't badly injured. He rolled his eyes at me, disinfected the wound, and put a Band-Aid on it.

"Can you stop scaring me?"

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can attend the opening of your new bar. If you see Scarlett, then please don't mention me." I subconsciously clenched my fists as I looked at him seriously.

My heart ached at the thought of Scarlett being another man's date. It felt like someone was suffocating me with a plastic bag.

However, I knew that I had no right to take her back now.

With a complex expression, Spencer turned to me. "Okay, I understand."

"Thank you."

He poured me another glass of wine and put it in front of me. "What if Scarlett asks for you?"

"There's just no way that's gonna happen. I am certain that she won't even mention me." With a bitter smile on my lips, I finished the wine in my glass.

Spencer drank with me in silence, and after a long time, I felt like I was in a trance.

I was so drunk that I poured the wine directly on the table.

Spencer took the bottle away from me, put it down aside, and walked me out. "You've had enough. I don't want to wake up to the news channels talking about how Mr. Moore was suffering from alcoholism in his friend's bar."

I was carried into the car and driven to the Moore mansion.

"Charles, why did you drink so much?" A sweet voice came, tugging at my heart strings.

I forced myself to open my eyes and I saw Scarlett.

She was wearing pajamas and her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She seemed to be glowing that I found it hard to see her face clearly.

I staggered towards her and held her in my arms. "Scarlett, I miss you so much."

That moment, the phone rang sharply.

I tightened my grip, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was not Scarlett in my arms, it was just a blanket.

It was just a dream.