Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 292

Spencer's POV:

Vivian was stunned for a moment. Then, she shut the door, leaned toward me, and looked into my eyes. "Spencer, do you not take me seriously because you're sure that I have feelings for you?" Her eyes glinted with affection, which made it difficult for me to maintain a neutral expression. I loosened my grip on her and leaned back.

I cleared my throat, hoping that she wouldn't see through the cool facade I was trying to keep up. "Please help me come up with a plan to get Charles here."

"You and Charles have been friends for so long. If anybody can get him here, it's you," Vivian replied, opened the door, and got out.

It was still raining outside. When I was about to get out of the car and catch up with her, she had already rushed into the bar and made a gesture of contempt at me.

I couldn't help laughing and mumbling, "So childish."

A beeping phone stopped me before I could venture out into the rain, but it wasn't mine.

I looked around and found Vivian's phone wedged between my leg and the seat. She must've dropped it on her way out. There was a new message from Steven.

I picked up the phone and stared at the message notification, jealousy gnawing at my insides like a hungry rat.

Damn it!

I wanted to block Steven from Vivian's phone, but her phone was locked and I didn't know how to unlock it.

"Spencer? What are you doing? Give me back my phone," Vivian called from outside the car.

I got out of the car and walked over to her.

She tried to share her umbrella with me, but the rain just pounded us both ruthlessly.

"Wow. Can't you hold an umbrella properly?" I teased and took the umbrella from her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to my body.

Vivian looked up at me but didn't say anything.

The moment we were out of the rain and under the bar's eaves, she shook off my arm. She didn't look angry. She just looked like an annoyed spoiled brat. "You didn't need to hug me like that, you know? And I'm not single anymore, okay? What, do you want to be the other guy?"

She asked the question loudly enough to embarrass me in front of whoever was within earshot. "Vivian!"

Vivian was not afraid of me at all. She just rolled her eyes at me and walked into the bar.

I folded the umbrella and left it at the door. I followed her and asked, "Don't you want your phone?"

Vivian stopped immediately, faced me, and extended her hand.

I took out her phone and handed it to her, but when she was about to get it, I suddenly withdrew my hand.

Vivian knitted her brows. I smiled wickedly. "I won't give it to you."

"Spencer! You are so childish!" Vivian pounced on me and began trying to get her phone back by force. "Give me back my phone! What if my boyfriend calls? I need to be able to answer him!"

Hearing this, I gritted my teeth and put Vivian's phone further away from her reach. I strode back to my room with Vivian on my heels.

When I was about to close the door, she stuck her hand through the crack and grabbed my sleeve.

Worried that I might hurt her, I let go of the door and let her squeeze in. I grinned at her, hoping it was enough to hide the crippling jealousy that I was feeling. "Weren't you afraid of hurting your hand? Is your boyfriend really that important?"

"It's none of your damn business!" Vivian raised her chin, reached out her hand, and aggressively tried to grab her phone from me.

I stepped back quickly, but I slipped and fell on the bed. Before I could regain footing, Vivian hurled herself at me, straddled my hips, and tried to get her phone.

I stretched out my arm far above my head to keep her from reaching it. After a few moments, Vivian started panting. She was starting to wear herself out.