Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 62

Spencer's POV:

David and I had been at the tennis courts for a long time when Charles and Scarlett finally arrived.

"Hey, buddy. It seems that you've been very busy lately. The only time I get to see you is when I turn on the news." I patted Charles on the shoulder and winked and smiled at Scarlett.

Charles pulled me away immediately and scowled, "Don't you wink and smile at her like that."

"Jeez, Charles. Take it easy!" I chuckled and raised my hands in feigned surrender. Then, I pressed, "You're the one who's trying to set me up with Scarlett. Why do you get mad when I try to be nice to her? I don't know where to put myself around you, honestly."

Scarlett put on an embarrassed look. Even when she was not smiling, she looked a hundred times cuter than Rita. I still did not understand why Charles chose Rita over Scarlett. We both knew that Scarlett was better.

"Quit being a smart mouth, Spencer. Save your energy for trying to beat me in the court later," Charles said in an unfriendly tone, casting a sidelong glance at me.

I shut up at his threat.

The tennis courts covered a large area and belonged to a five-star hotel. The hotel was one of the many properties of the Moore family. Charles and I used to play tennis here when we were still students.

"Scarlett will play against David. Spencer, you'll play against me," Charles ordered.

"But I want to play with Scarlett!" I clamored beside Charles, dissatisfied with his arrangement. However, since I just pissed him off by making beautiful eyes at his wife, I did not expect him to be considerate.

As expected, my pouting was useless. Before I could make my case, Charles was already dragging me to our court. We played several games. My knees were already threatening to buckle while Charles did not even look like he was panting. I forgot how he could be so competitive that playing a simple game with him could mean participating in a death march.

Like Charles, I did exercise regularly, but I was no match for him in tennis or in any competitive sports for that matter.

"Admit it. Your skills are not as good as mine." Charles looked at me coldly and pulled me up from the floor a few moments after I sat down to catch my breath.

"Well, I just took a few more glances at your wife." I retorted in between labored breaths and added, "I came here for a friendly game of tennis, not to compete in the Australian Open. Seriously, man, you need to calm down and save your pent-up rage for sex, not take it out on your friends."

At this time, Scarlett and David were also done with their game and walking toward Charles and me. Scarlett seemed to catch my last remark and lowered her head, but I still managed to catch a glimpse of her blushing cheeks.

"Watch your damn mouth." Charles flashed me an expressionless glance and then towed Scarlett away. They sat on some nearby benches and rested.

I observed their interaction and found it interesting. I could tell that Charles truly cared about Scarlett.

"What are you looking at?" David asked. Following my gaze, he saw that Charles was wiping the sweat off Scarlett's forehead. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and commented, "What? When did Charles become so sweet and romantic?"

"You see it, too, don't you? He turns into a mushy gentleman when it comes to Scarlett. That's why I don't believe at all that he has no feelings for her." I narrowed my eyes at them and thought that there was no way that I could be wrong.

"But aren't they going to divorce? I don't get it. They're obviously in love." David did not understand. He had been hoping for a happily ever after for Charles and Scarlett. But real relationships were more complicated than that.

"One of them isn't," I corrected David's words. "There wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for Rita. She saved Charles's life, so she has him by the neck. Honestly, I'm not even convinced that she's really sick,"

David remarked indignantly. "Judging from her lively appearance, I don't think she's a terminally ill patient. I even heard that she's having an affair with one of her bodyguards. What a depraved woman. Do you think Charles knows about that?" "Since you do, then it's safe to say that Charles also does. He must have quelled the rumors to protect Rita. You know how he is." I patted David on the shoulder and said with a knowing smile, "Let's go help our dear Charles realize his feelings for his own wife and stop this madness, shall we?"

After leaving the tennis courts, David and I followed Charles to his car.

"We sent our drivers home," I told Charles with my head held high. I flashed him a cheeky smile. I was actually impressed at how ballsy I was to provoke him.

"And we're starving," David chimed in, putting on a cunning smile.