Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 70

Scarlett's POV:

"Wait for me, Nina. I'll go with you!"

After seeing Nina leave, I quickly picked up my bag, and was about to follow her. I was unwilling to be alone with Charles because I was afraid that it might be too much of a risk.

"You are not going anywhere!" Charles stopped me forcefully and pressed me down on the couch.

"Let me go! What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to continue our kiss," he answered brazenly before he pinned me down with one hand and kissed me passionately.

I was gasping for breath, like a fish out of water. I could not breathe as I felt like he had sucked up my soul. Charles kissed me fiercely, and I felt helpless, so I patted him on the arm weakly.

"Don't refuse me, babe." He continued to flirt with me while our tongues were entwined.

My ears were red as I was feeling really embarrassed, but he did not let me move as he parted my lips with his strong tongue. Charles then started a new round of attack.

Fortunately, it was a relatively secluded place, so no one could notice us. Unable to think straight, I was in a trance.

After a while, Charles withdrew from the kiss helped me straighten my wrinkled dress. Although I knew that he was not going to be intimidated by me, I glared at him from the corner of my eyes.

He smiled as he kissed the back of my hand and carried me out of the bar.

I buried my face in his shoulder. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to bury myself. How could he look so cool? Wasn't he embarrassed with all the people looking at us? Spencer and the others are certainly going to make fun of us now.

Carrying me in his arms, Charles walked to the car, and gently put me in the backseat. He then got in the car with me.

Feeling that something was wrong, I sat up at once, but it was too late by then. Charles held me and made me sit on his lap. While struggling, I accidentally touched his muscular abdomen. Biting my lip shyly, I blushed.

"Rita is waiting for you inside. And I want to go home, so put me down already!" I tried to remind him that he should be caring about Rita and not me.

"Spencer is with her, so the only thing I need to worry about right now is to take really good care of you." Charles looked at me with a deep gaze. His shirt collar was a little messed up which highlighted his chiseled jaw. There was a shallow mark on his clavicle, which was caused by my fingernails digging into his skin during my struggle.

"You'd better take care of her," I said with a gulp as I forced myself not to look into his eyes.

"Like this?" Saying that, he quickly slid his hand into my clothes and unhooked my bra clasp.

My eyes went wide with shock.

"You... Rogue! Shame on you!" I tried to weep, but I could not, and Charles was getting greedier and hungrier by the minute.

"What if I am? You are my wife, after all! There is nothing to be ashamed of wanting to be with my own wife." He smiled mischievously as he continued to trace his fingers all over my body.

Burning with rage, I pulled his hand away. "We are going to divorce soon, and people might misunderstand us if you do such things, so please, just behave yourself! Soon, I won't be your wife anymore, so you must be insane if you really want to do such things with me." Clearly, my head was a mess.

"Don't mention the divorce anymore, and if you do, I will announce to the media that you are my wife. When that happens, you will end up being a "Moore" for the rest of your life. No matter how hard you try to, there is no way for you to escape this," Charles warned me with a long face.

I knew that he was quite capable of doing such a despicable thing. His words made me restrain my anger and remain silent as I tried to ignore him.

Charles sighed helplessly and said in a low voice, "Scarlett, please understand me. I just want to be with the woman I love, just like any normal guy." "Stop it," I shouted. 'What does he even mean by that? Is he trying to push his luck?'

"Don't you feel the same way about me? Didn't you feel anything when I kissed you?" Charles leaned closer and continued to whisper in my ear, "I promise that we won't divorce. I'll deal with Rita. You are the only woman for me, okay?" His breath was soft, tickling my cheeks. My ears felt numb under his warm breath. I had no clue if he was being truthful or not. Rita's final wish was to marry Charles before she passed. Was he really willing to break his promise to the woman who had saved his life?