Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 390

Scarlett's POV:

I left the hospital in low spirits. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photos of my three children.

After seeing those photos, I became more determined to take them back.

In the evening, I went to a bar to get a drink and took Elena with me.

Not long after we sat down, Charles appeared out of nowhere.

He walked over to us and pulled out the empty chair beside me. He casually set his jacket on the back of the chair and sat down.

"Just my luck," I muttered under my breath.

Pretending not to hear me, Charles smiled at me and said, "Fancy seeing you here, Scarlett. Let me buy you a drink. Would you like a beer or a cocktail?"

"Why are you sitting at our table? Who told you that you could sit with us?" I glared at him.

The smile on Charles's face slowly faded. He pursed his lips and kept silent for a long time.

"I know you went to the hospital to see Grandma today. You still care about her, don't you?" Charles said and looked at me with confidence.

It took all my strength to keep the shock from reaching my face.

I had been very cautious when I went to the hospital to visit Christine. How did Charles find out?

I took a deep breath and looked straight into Charles's eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Wine?" He opened a bottle of wine and poured me a glass. He beamed and pushed the glass toward me.

"No, thanks. I don't want to drink too much," I refused.

Charles took back the bottle of wine, opened a bottled soda, and handed it to me.

"Then you drink this, and I'll drink the wine."

Looking at Charles's face, I couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. I felt a little unhappy.

"I don't like this kind of soda. It's awful." I pushed the bottle away.

Charles sighed helplessly.

"Miss Wilson, would you do me the favor of having a few drinks with me?"

That was the last straw for me. My patience had finally run out. I was so annoyed that I considered ripping the pleading look right off Charles's face.

I picked up my soda and dumped it on his face.

Startled, Charles looked at me in astonishment, his face full of bewildered embarrassment.

"Don't you get it, Charles? I came to the bar because I wanted a drink. I just don't want to drink with you. What part of that don't you understand?" I sighed in exasperation, rose from my seat, and left the bar.

Elena followed me and comforted me, "Don't be angry, Caroline. That guy isn't worth it. Don't let him ruin your night."

"You're right." I nodded, but I still felt a little upset.

I did lose control of my emotions tonight.

Whenever I saw Charles's face, I thought about the child that I miscarried.

"Scarlett!"

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps behind me.

Charles caught up with me, his eyes filled with pain.

"Please. I just want to ask for your forgiveness. I know how much I hurt you. Please give me a chance to make up for it," he begged.

He had always been God's favored one, and I had never seen him beg anyone for anything before. However, seeing him like this, I almost laughed at the irony.

Could a simple apology erase all the pain he had caused me?

Could it bring back the child that I lost?

"Mr. Moore, I really don't understand why you're asking me for forgiveness. There's no bad blood between us. I simply don't want to hang out with you," I flatly told Charles and flashed him a smile.

"Scarlett..."

"I'm not Scarlett, okay? You got the wrong person. If you keep pestering me like this, I'll call the police." After saying that, I left with Elena without a backward glance.

As soon as I got home, I received a call from my father.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hello, dear. I'm just calling to remind you about the auction. I need you to take part in it."

"All right."

I was thankful for the work talk. It was the only thing that could ease my foul mood. I asked, "What's the starting bid?"