Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 64

Scarlett's POV:

As soon as I arrived at the office, I received a call from Nate.

"Have you made up your mind, honey?" he asked in a lewd, disgusting tone.

"I will make up my damn mind when I go out of it,"

I snapped. Then, I hung up the phone and blocked his number.

I did not want to waste my breath because I was in a bad mood.

Although my reason told me again and again that Charles only said those words to poke fun at me, my heart still hoped that they came from a place of truth. His words lingered in my ears as if he were uttering them to me. "I'm in love with you! I want to be with you, Scarlett."

That scene played over and over in my head like a broken record, and it was starting to disrupt my concentration at work.

I needed a break to calm down and realign myself, so I stood up and made my way to the lounge.

But before I could push the door open, I overheard people talking about me inside. Judging from the voices, they were female colleagues of mine, but I was not close to any one of them.

"Don't you think it's shameful for Scarlett to do that in the meeting room yesterday?"

"They stayed there for at least an hour. That handsome man she was with must be very energetic."

"I think it's because Scarlett was sexually unsatisfied..."

I could not stand it anymore. I stormed in.

The three ladies sitting at the round table all looked embarrassed when they saw me.

"Aren't you ladies supposed to be working and not gossiping in here?"

They exchanged nervous glances and hurriedly left. None of them dared to make eye contact with me.

I sighed and made a cup of coffee after they left, but before I could take a sip, Linda walked in and approached me in haste.

Thinking of what happened last time, I had guessed what she had come to tell me.

"Scarlett, Mr. Valdez wants you to come have lunch with him today," Linda said directly.

"Oh, Linda, do I have to? There has to be a better way to get a sponsorship." Thinking of that fat, depraved man, I frowned in disgust.

The media industry should not operate in this way. I did not believe that there was no way to change the way things went.

"I know, sweetie. Believe me, I get it. No woman relishes to deal with the likes of Mr. Valdez," Linda agreed in a low voice. "Well, it's not that we don't have a choice. In fact, I think Mr. Moore is a great option. You two seem to get along quite well. I mean, he was just here for you yesterday.

With him as your backer, Mr. Valdez won't be able to lay a finger on you."

Linda's words were full of hints.

As soon as I heard Charles's name, my skin bristled as if I were a cornered porcupine raising its barbed quills.

"Charles may be like a brother to me, but I don't want his charity. Besides, I don't like owing people favors. It's just like buying a weakness," I said stiffly. The last person I wanted to depend on was Charles.

"Okay. So is that a yes to the luncheon meeting with Mr. Valdez?" Linda eyed me carefully. She looked like she wanted to say something more but decided against it.

"No, Linda. I'm sorry."

Thinking of what happened that day, I felt my stomach flip.

"Very well. All right. Let me treat you to dinner then. Please?"

"To that I'll say yes. See you after work."

The work day passed by quickly.

In the evening, Linda booked us a VIP lounge at a great restaurant.

When I entered the room, I immediately thought I was dreaming. I saw not only Linda but also Mr. Valdez and Charles.

Charles was sitting at the head of the table, and he smiled at me the moment I walked in.