Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 312

Scarlett's POV:

I was lulling my babies to sleep when, suddenly, my phone rang. In fear that the sound would wake the kids up, I immediately reached out to check it. Someone had messaged me on Facebook.

I clicked on the notification to see who it was, but it was anonymous. However, I knew that it was Charles. He did not even change his screen name and profile picture.

I turned my phone off without even answering his message and then turned around to lie in bed. The twins were sleeping soundly in the crib next to me. They were almost holding hands, and their round faces were flushed. The sight of them made my heart melt.

But the more I gazed at them, the more I saw that they resembled someone. That person was the most outstanding work of God. His dashing eyebrows and starry eyes looked very similar, if not identical, to the twins'.

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The next morning, I awoke to William gently nudging me.

"Scarlett, I have an appointment with Charles later this day. I'm afraid you have to cooperate with me to make him believe that you've really lost your memory."

I thought for a while and then nodded in agreement. Although I did not want to see Charles again, I knew very well that he would not let me go if I did not disappoint him.

At the thought of this, I got up and started dressing up. I wore a beautiful dress, put on delicate makeup, and forced a smile. I would do what it took to make Charles believe I was happy without him.

William and I went to a restaurant for dinner. While I was sitting in the private room, I heard footsteps approaching from outside. It was now time to put on an act.

I leaned against William and acted like a spoiled woman. "Honey, I don't want to see a man I don't even know."

"Relax, darling. It's just a meal."

"Still. Why should I have dinner with another man? I'm your wife."

William pulled me closer by my waist and held my hand.

"Honey, Mr. Moore thinks that you have an uncanny resemblance with his wife. In fact, he insists that you're his wife. Just have dinner with him, and he'll eventually realize you're not her. Then, everything will be over, and he'll stop bothering you. I'm sorry to put you through this. I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home."

"Fine. Just make sure you behave well at home, especially in bed," I retorted with a sweet smile.

The footsteps outside stopped. A few seconds later, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

Charles pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw that William and I were very close, he stiffened and reckoned, "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

He was wearing a black Armani shirt, and attached to it was the latest Cartier rose brooch. What was more, his hair was sleek. We had not seen each other for a year. And yet, he was still as neat and handsome as the last time. He reminded me of Apollo, the God of the Sun in Roman mythology.

However, it appeared that he had become thinner and tanned. He used to be energetic, but he now seemed glum and depressed. In the past, I could read his thoughts, but not anymore.

My heart, which I presumed dead for more than a year, started beating once again. As I tried my best to suppress the perturbation in my heart, the smile on my face disappeared.

"Darling, is this the man you were talking about?" I asked William. I then turned to look at Charles from head to toe with feigned disgust.

Charles, however, did not seem to care about my attitude. He even walked towards me and asked with a playful smile, "You can get closer to me. That way, you can see me more clearly."

He moved closer to me, and I unconsciously leaned back.

I clung to William's arm in bewilderment.

"Stay away from me. I don't want to have dinner with you," I said crossly.

William patted my hand comfortingly. "Darling, that's rude. Don't worry. I'm here with you. I won't leave you."

I nodded reluctantly.

"Are you not mad anymore? Come on. Let's eat now. I don't want to starve you.

Charles did not say a word and just stared at William and me with a piercing gaze. I stood up, and, to my surprise, he walked over and pulled up the chair for me.

"I don't want to sit on the chair you touched. I want my husband to pull it up for me."

Charles's hands, which were on the back of the chair, froze. He then stared at me with his deep eyes, which terrified me.

Fortunately, William helped me out just in time. "Let me do that for you, darling. Now, sit down."

While holding William's arm, I stared daggers at Charles before proceeding to sit on the chair.

This was just the beginning. I knew it would not be easy to convince Charles that I had lost my memory.

Charles's POV: