Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 59

Scarlett's POV:

Bang!

Charles slammed the bathroom door shut. The next moment, he was making me stand under the showerhead.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I took a few steps back and looked at him warily. I tried my best to stay as far as I could from this dangerous man in front of me.

Charles put his hands around my waist and forced me to the corner. "You promised me you wouldn't drink anymore. Didn't you take my words seriously? You're so defiant. I should start thinking how I'd punish you so you'd learn," he said through gritted teeth. For some reason, he sounded as though he was restraining something inside him.

"I never promised you anything," I retorted. At the thought of him and Rita, my heart sank yet again. Why did he come back to me again? I was fine without him.

"Are you still not convinced?" Charles scoffed.

I straightened up and perfunctorily replied, "No." I was still exhausted from last night that I did not have the strength to argue with him.

"Don't move." Charles suddenly hit me on my behind, but his face remained stern.

I frowned in annoyance. "Don't spank me! How many times have I told you not to spank me?!"

"You don't allow me to kiss you either." Charles suddenly lowered his head and kissed me on the cheek. As he saw that I was maddened by what he had done, he asked smugly, "What? I spanked you and kissed you. What are you gonna do? Beat me?"

"You rascal!" I pushed him with all my strength, but he did not even budge. This man was getting more and more shameless as time went by. And now, he was acting like a pervert.

Charles merely ignored my outburst and lectured me. "Listen. Don't attend that kind of work party anymore. If you disobey me, I'll be sure to punish you," he warned in a low voice.

"It was work! Nothing happened, is there?" I explained in a hurry. I hated it whenever he meddled with my work life.

"Work? You almost got molested! Are you sure that's part of your work?" Charles coldly asked while staring at me with an intense gaze. "Don't stretch me to the limit, Scarlett. I allowed you to go to work because I wanted you to be happy. But just so you know, if you keep doing this, I can take your job away."

None of his words seemed to have an effect on me. He sighed to calm himself down and compromised. "I can give you everything you want. But I don't want this to happen again. I'm worried about you."

It was only then that I looked at him. For a second, I felt my heart warmed up. I could not say anything harsh to him, especially when he just wanted me to be safe, could I?

Ever so slowly, Charles reached out his hand and gently touched my face. He then stared at me

intently with his blue eyes. They seemed as mysterious as the vast sea. I could not bring myself to look away. They were tempting to look at. All of a sudden, I felt a cool sensation on my lips. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that the next thing I knew, Charles had kissed me.

I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he only held me tighter. He held my waist and lifted me up, not allowing be to break free. Like a koala hugging a tree, I put my legs around his hips so I would not fall to the cold bathroom floor.

Charles nibbled the top of my tongue and gently asked, "Will you be a good girl now?"

The kiss turned my mind in disarray, and I could hardly breathe. I could not think straight, so I just nodded. However, Charles did not seem satisfied with my answer. He sucked on my lips harder and asked me again in a hoarse voice, "Answer me. Will you be a good girl?"

"Yes." The most important thing at the moment was to satisfy Charles in his demands.

"Good girl."

Charles finally let go of me after getting the answer he wanted. He returned to his usual noble temperament and even helped me run the bath.

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance. I had now returned to my senses and remembered that Charles was a jerk.

My hangover subsided, and I instantly felt better after taking a shower.

A few moments later, I sat on the edge of the bed and wiped my hair with a towel. But then, I could not help but think of Charles. What on earth was he up to?

His behavior these past few days perplexed me. Was it only an illusion? I patted my head, unable to comprehend what he was thinking.

At that moment, Charles came in with a tray in his hand. As he saw that I was in deep thought and patting my head, he teasingly asked, "Have you realized what you did wrong?"

I looked at him and forced a smile. "Yes. Under the guidance of the great Mr. Moore, I have deeply reflected on my behavior. I realized that I was wrong. I should've just stayed in France, so I wouldn't suffer," I retorted.

Charles put down the tray and chuckled. "But you returned. Now that you're here, you can only be my Mrs. Moore."

He walked towards me and touched my damp hair. "Why aren't you drying your hair? You might catch a cold."