Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 383

Scarlett's POV:

I worked late into the night to check and verify the information and updates on the west coast project. I was poring over some data when Elena rushed into the room.

"Caroline, I've found out which school James is going to."

In an instant, my mind went blank, and I dropped the documents I was holding.

"Really?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes. He goes to Chadwick Kindergarten. That's great news, isn't it? You can come see him there tomorrow." Elena's face lit up with excitement.

"Finally, I can see my little boy."

I couldn't help raising my hands and covering my face. My eyes burned with tears of joy.

Early morning the next day, I jumped out of bed, washed up, and got dressed in an awful hurry. I couldn't wait to see James.

On the way to his school, I was both happy and nervous.

"It's been a year since I saw him last, Elena. Do you think he'll remember me?" I asked, miserably failing to mask the worry in my voice.

"Of course he will. James is your son. He won't forget you. Don't worry," Elena comforted me.

Before long, I was in front of the school gate.

It was at least fifteen minutes before classes began, so there were many parents saying goodbye to their kids at the gate. In the crowd, Charles's handsome face jumped at me, and without meaning to, I locked eyes with him.

Damn it! What was he doing here?

This wasn't the best time for the world to turn small on us!

Charles walked through the crowd and headed straight for me.

My mind immediately went into shambles. If I tried to run now, he'd know that I was only pretending not to recognize him.

Charles stopped one meter away from me. He stared at me and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you here to see James?"

No, I couldn't expose myself.

I gritted my teeth and answered, "You misunderstand, Mr. Moore. I'msimplypassingby." "I drive James to school myself every day now," Charles started and then continued, "In the past, I had promised my wife that I would take good care of her and our children, but I had broken that promise over and over because of my job. It's such a shame that she's not here anymore to see me keep my promises now."

A wave of sadness surged in my heart. Charles used to be very busy. Most of the time, either I or the servants drove James to school and picked him up at the end of the day. Now, Charles was finally acting like a real father.

But what was the point? It was a little too late now for me to be moved by such a change.

"Really? Well, that is a shame, Mr. Moore. Next time, maybe you can try not to make promises that you can't keep. That way, you won't waste time regretting," I said indifferently.

After a pause, I added, "Late affection is worthless, Mr. Moore. Don'tyouunderstandthat?" Charles's face turned pale instantly, and his bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

The pleasure of vengeance welled up in my heart. No one should cry over spilled milk, especially those who purposely tipped the glass. Casting a cold glance at the absentminded Charles, I turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Charles grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Do you really hate me this much, Scarlett?"

Charles's eyes were full of sadness and remorse, an emotional combination that I had never seen in his face before.

His eyes used to deceive me so easily, but looking into them now, even with them brimming with heartbreaking sorrow, all I could think about was the bitterness in my tongue.

"Mr. Moore, I've already told you. I'm not Scarlett. Please let me go."

Charles only tightened his grip on me, and I couldn't get rid of his hand.

I was completely annoyed and struggled hard. "I said let go of me! Haven't I made it clear to you last time? Or are you just too obsessed with your dead wife?"

Charles frowned and pursed his lips, but he still didn't loosen his grasp.

"No. You're Scarlett, aren'tyou? Tell me the truth! Scarlett, Scarlett..." The dejection on Charles's face suddenly got replaced by a crazed look that scared me. He grabbed onto my shoulders and kept calling me Scarlett.

Finally, I couldn't stand the drama anymore.

"Fuck off! I've told you a million times that I'm not Scarlett. Are you deaf?"

I glared at Charles. His eyes had turned red, and his hands had begun to tremble.

Then, my phone suddenly rang. I snapped back to my senses and pushed him away.

"Stop pestering me!" After saying that, I walked away.