Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 40

Scarlett's POV:

That evening, just when I was about to go to bed, I got a call from Abner.

"Scarlett, guess what I just saw? Rita was alone in the bar, drinking. She did not seem like she had terminal cancer at all!"

"Maybe the doctor had forbidden her from eating delicious food or drinking wine for a long time now, and that's probably the reason she was at the bar, having a binge." I didn't think too much of it.

"But she doesn't look like someone who has cancer," Abner said after a moment's pause.

"Since she is a star, she always wears makeup, which is probably why she doesn't look all that sick."

Charles was the one who had found Rita's doctor. If there was something fishy going on, then he would be the first one to know.

Besides, he was smart, so how could he get fooled easily?

"Well, maybe I'm just overthinking things." Disappointed, Abner hung up the phone.

I quickly put the phone on the bedside table and began to sleep.

The following days were the weekend.

When I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, I heard someone knocking on my door.

I put down the remote and went to open the door. A man wearing a black mask and a black baseball cap was standing in front of me.

"Sir, what... Ah!"

Just when I was about to ask him if he needed something, he picked up a bucket and pointed it towards me. Realizing the danger, I screamed and quickly hid.

With a splashing sound, the red paint fell all over the floor, some of it stained my feet.

The man was not willing to accept his failure. In a fit of rage, he picked up the bucket again and was about to dump it on my head.

Suddenly, I heard him screaming as though someone had hit him, and the next second, I heard the bucket falling to the ground.

A familiar figure appeared in front of me, but before I could even get a clear look at him, he held me in his arms.

Still in a state of shock, the man glared at Charles before he ran away from my house.

"You're safe now." Looking at the paint tracks on the floor that the man had left before he rushed to the elevator, Charles stroked my hair to comfort me.

My body was still shaking from the fear. I couldn't hear him at all.

Charles wiped away the paint from my body with his hands and forced me to look at him.

"Scarlett, look at me."

I looked at him, and when I saw my reflection in his clear blue eyes, I was able to see how messed up I was.

"Why are you here?" My voice was hoarse.

Without answering me, Charles gazed into my eyes before he pulled me into a hug, ignoring the paint on my body. He then closed the apartment door shut and took me to the elevator.

"Now is not a good time to discuss this. You are not safe here, so I am taking you to my place."

My feet felt so weak that I could barely support myself by holding onto his arms.

When we entered the elevator, I tried my best not to look at my reflection in the mirror. I kept my head down and wondered, Who on earth did I offend for them to hate me so much that they sent someone to my house to pour a bucket of paint on me?'

However, I had no clue even after Charles took me to his house.

"Go take a shower."

Saying that, he took out a set of his pajamas and handed it to me.