Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 330

Scarlett's POV:

I felt better than last night when I awoke in the morning.

I was a little hungry, so I decided to call Tracy to bring me breakfast. But before I could reach for my phone, Charles pushed the door open, a delicious food box in his hand.

He walked toward me and put the box on the small table by the bed.

"It's time for breakfast."

But I did not want to talk to him, and I refused to eat whatever he had brought me.

Despite the look of derision on my face, Charles did not seem to be discouraged. He took out the food from the box one by one, unperturbed. Now, I could see that he had brought fried eggs, bacon, sandwiches, and even a bowl of corn soup.

The familiar fragrance greeted me in an instant.

"Mom made it for you. Try have some," Charles urged, looking a little uneasy.

I knew what the look on his face meant. He was lying. The truth was, his mother, Alice, could not cook.

It must be him who had prepared the food.

But so what?

I had changed. I would no longer be touched just because he had made me breakfast.

Although the table in front of me was full of my favorite dishes, I remained unmoved. To spite Charles, I picked up the milk the hospital had provided and drank it.

He frowned and moved the breakfast closer to me.

"Eat the food I've brought. Hospital food is not as nutritious as you think it is."

I looked up at him and snorted. "Who are you? Didn't you say I'm filthy? You should stay away from me then, or else you'll get yourself dirty."

Charles stiffened and looked at me with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Jerry and Jason are waiting for you at home. Are you sure you want to continue talking to me like this?"

A sneer tugged at my mouth upon hearing this. How dare this bastard threaten me with my own children?

I looked into his eyes unyieldingly, but his face showed that he would not make a compromise. For a moment, we stared into each other's eyes. Neither of us seemed willing to concede. But in the end, I lost.

I hated his overbearingness. Exasperated, I put down the milk and leaned against the pillow sulkily.

"Are you implying that I should feed you?" Charles asked with a cunning look on his face.

I only looked at him in response. Then, I pressed the call bell, and a young nurse came running to me the next second.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Nurse, this man broke into my ward without my permission and disturbed my rest. Can you please kick him out?"

"Well..."

Not knowing what to do, the nurse clasped her awkwardly and looked back and forth between Charles and me.

Charles looked at the nurse and ordered, "You can leave now."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, sir."

A deafening silence fell in the ward the instant the nurse left.

Charles sat on the edge of my bed, scooped a spoonful of soup, and brought it to my mouth.

"It looks like you really want me to feed you," he said with a smirk.

What the fuck? He really was serious!

With that, I sat up straight, grabbed the spoon from his hand, and gulped down the soup.

"Ahem!"

I must have drunk it too fast that I choked on it. Not only that, but I also felt that I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth with my hands and ran to the bathroom.

But as soon as I stood up, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my ankle. I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

But instead of hitting the cold, hard ground, I fell onto something warm. It turned out that Charles had caught me just in time. He then laid me on the bed as gentle as he could.

At this moment, I still had not stopped coughing.

Charles did not let go of me and even gently patted me on the back. With his free hand, he pressed on the call bell and then took a tissue to wipe my mouth.

Of course, I would not let him touch me. I snatched the tissue from him and wiped my own mouth.

"Scarlett, I'm sorry for making you suffer again," Charles solemnly said.

To be perfectly honest, I thought that the pain in my ankle was making me hear things.