Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 57

Scarlett's POV:

I left with Charles after dinner. However, I walked slowly and kept a distance from him.

"Hurry up. Why so slow?" Charles grumbled in annoyance

"You don't have to do this. I can just take a taxi," I replied. The truth was, I was nervous, especially since we were alone. I would rather take a taxi alone or keep a distance from him than be with him.

Upon hearing that, Charles strode over and grabbed my wrist. Then, he quickly walked to the front of the car and pushed me into the passenger seat without giving me a chance to resist.

Unable to do anything, I touched my nose and sulked.

"Put your bag away," Charles ordered. He then leaned over, and I caught a whiff of a pleasant scent of pines.

I looked at him confusedly. Charles sighed helplessly. Then, he put my bag on the backseat, pulled the seatbelt beside me, and fastened it.

"Thank you," I said in a barely audible voice in embarrassment.

It was already dark when we left the villa, and the streetlights had been turned on.

While we were stuck in heavy traffic, Charles glanced at me and asked, "Did you meet with Rita?"

I sneered and looked at him with amusement. "Why? Did she tell you that I bullied her again? Don't worry. I didn't do anything to your dear Rita. In fact, I think she's beaming with happiness."

Rita used the same trick every single time. She would meet with me and then complain to Charles about my attitude. Her trick was getting old, and I was getting sick of her.

Charles did not say anything in response. He only spoke just as a deafening silence filled the air. "Nothing. I'm just worried you'll misunderstand me." "I don't think there'd be any misunderstanding," I retorted. My relationship with Charles was complicated. Even I could not understand it at times.

Charles seemed to be displeased with my response. He cast a scornful glance at me and scoffed, "So you don't care?"

"Rita was the one who had ordered to pour paint in my apartment," I replied crossly while twiddling with the seat belt. The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, I added, "And you... you've known it all along."

Charles nodded in response. It seemed that he did not intend in hiding anything from me. Unfortunately, it was too late for him. My anger rose in an instant, and I could feel my blood boiling in my veins. Now that I knew the truth, my chest tightened in resentment. I opened the window to get some fresh air.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Were you afraid I'd make trouble for her? If that's what you think, you're wrong. I'm not the kind of person who seeks revenge for something petty. Besides, I don't care about your affairs anymore." I could not bring myself to look at Charles, so I just looked out of the window when I spoke. To my surprise, I calmed down sooner than I had expected.

All of a sudden, Charles turned a corner and pulled over on an empty road.

"What are you doing?" I asked, bewildered. Did I say something wrong? Well, I might have. Rita was Charles's weakness, after all.

"I pulled over so we could talk." Charles looked at me with a frown. Judging from the look on his face, he disagreed with what I had said.

"About what? Are you going to tell me that even if Rita did that, I have to cut her some slack because she must have reasons for doing that?" I sneered and averted my gaze. I tried my best to suppress the worries and scruples in my heart.

"I've already sent someone to teach Rita's bodyguards and the person who had splashed the paint a lesson. I won't let go of those who dared to bully you." Charles paused for a second and continued, "As your husband, it's my job to help you. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"What about Rita? Did you teach her a lesson?"

Charles fell silent. Seeing this, I folded my arms in front of my chest and snickered. "You're doing this to defend Rita, aren't you? In the end, you're just afraid that I'd take my anger out on her. If you really care about me, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark in the first place."

"She's ill!" Charles bellowed.

I closed my eyes. Suddenly, a scene of Charles and Rita hand-in-hand flashed through my mind. He was dazzling, and Rita was gorgeous. They looked like they were walking out of a painting. They were indeed a perfect match.

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and asked. "Can a patient do whatever she wants? Forget it. Just do your job and protect Rita at all costs. After all, if she calls you in the dead of night, you'll just come running to her, won'tyou?" "Don't mention her anymore," Charles warned.