Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 345

Scarlett's POV:

As soon as we got home, I sent a text to Charles, telling him that I agreed to attend the party.

Soon, he replied, "Okay, then. We will host one on the 10th of next month."

Putting down my phone, I took a deep breath. I knew that I would have to fight a battle soon.

Time passed quickly, and it was the day of the party.

As soon as I walked out of the TV station, I saw a black Rolls-Royce next to the gate, and Richard was standing beside it.

"Mrs. Moore, we are out of time! The kids have already gone to the party. Please get in."

Saying that, Richard respectfully opened the door for me.

Once I sat down, I noticed a huge black gift box in the back seat.

I gently opened it, and saw a custom-designed Valentino dress, which was simple yet elegant. The white velvet dress was covered in a layer of white organza fabric, and the skirt was made from a lacey material. I could imagine how it would enhance my slender waist. There were countless rhinestones and crystals on the dress, which made it look like the glimmering sky.

I admired its beauty in silence for a long time before I finally put the lid back.

"Is there a problem with the dress?" Richard asked nervously.

"No, it's beautiful, but I don't think it would be suitable for me."

Turning around, I looked out of the window. We fell silent again.

I figured out that Charles must have arranged the dress, and I could read his mind just by glancing at it.

It was so much like a... a wedding dress.

And because of that, I was obviously hesitant to wear it.

The Rolls-Royce slowly arrived at the hotel.

The moment I got off the car, I regretted it. At least a dozen reporters were waiting at the hotel entrance.

'Oh my God! What did Charles do behind my back?'

Looking at my blue business suit, I frowned, thinking that I was going to make a fool out of myself.

Even the reporters seemed to be stunned to see me show up like that.

"Mrs. Moore, you look so special today."

"That's right, Mrs. Moore. This party is such a grand event. Aren't you going to change into a fancy dress?"

I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to run away from there at once.

"There is no need for my wife to get changed. She looks perfect no matter what she wears."

Charles walked up to me slowly and put his hand on my waist.

He was dressed in a customized black Armani suit, which had a vintage double buckle design, and a shiny red rose brooch, which seemed to be carved from a precious crystal. It was exquisite and bright, making him look seductive.

It was his handsome appearance that led countless women to throw themselves at him, like moths darting into the fire, just like I had done in the past.

Charles walked me to the banquet hall. Although I was mentally prepared to face a huge crowd, the party was bigger than my imagination.

Everyone's gaze fell on us the moment we walked in.

"Oh my God! Who is that woman? And why is she dressed like that to Mr. Moore's dinnerparty?" "She is apparently Mrs. Moore."

"Really?"

Upon hearing that chatter, I felt uncomfortable to be the center of attention. However, Charles quietly held my hand as he escorted me into the banquet hall.

"Scarlett, why are you dressed like that?" Icey, who was dressed in a black and white suit, walked up to me in surprise.

I gave her a bitter smile.

No one had told me that the party would be such a grand one.

"She looks good," Charles said casually.

He then took off his coat, and put it on me.

I refused subconsciously, "No, thanks. I already

have a coat."

"Put it on. It's cold here, and my coat is thicker than yours. It will help you stay warm." Charles continued to persuade me.

I had no choice but to accept it. After all, everyone was looking at us, and if I fought with him now, then I would surely be in the headlines of gossip magazines.

That moment, Vivian, who was wearing a long wine dress and black high heels, walked over holding Spencer's arm.

"Scarlett, here you are," Spencer greeted me excitedly.

I nodded to greet him as I stared at Vivian with reproachful eyes.

'Is this the 'small' party you mentioned before?'