Charles' POV:
For the whole day, my mood would instantly get better every time I thought of the submissive look on Scarlett's face last night.
I decided to go for a run after dinner. But when I opened the door, I saw an uninvited guest at the doorstep.
"Wow. It's unusual to see you so happy, Moore. Are you happy to see me?"
Spencer's voice jolted me back to reality. With that, I put on a serious look in an instant.
"What's up?" I asked, ignoring his senseless remark.
Judging from the look on his face, this playboy seemed to be up to no good.
Spencer walked past me and went into the living room as though this was his home. He then sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed and asked, "Tell me the truth. Did you have sex with Scarlett in the car last night?" His tone was suggestive, and he even winked at me.
I frowned and did not answer his question.
At that moment, what had happened in the car last night crossed my mind. I could not take my eyes off Scarlett's pretty face. It was like I was addicted to her.
With a mischievous smile on his face, Spencer elbowed me and asked, "So, did you have sex last night?"
I heaved a heavy sigh and replied gloomily, "No, we did not. She didn't want to." My patience was wearing thin because of Spencer's boring and annoying questions.
Over the years, countless women had thrown themselves at me. As a matter of fact, I had never been turned down by one, except for Scarlett. At the thought of this, my hackles rose all of a sudden.
That ungrateful and arrogant woman!
"Many women are crazy about you, but Scarlett broke your heart. What a shame," Spencer said with feigned pity. He always mocked me whenever he had the chance.
"Is that why you came here?" I asked crossly.
"No. Actually, I heard from Nina that several employees from Scarlett's TV station would be given a chance to study abroad. Do you know that?"
"No. What does that have to do with me?"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. Rita's family has been pressuring Scarlett. They're getting impatient. They want you two to divorce as soon as possible. Unfortunately, your dear Scarlett doesn't want to sleep with you. If she takes this opportunity and leaves..."
"Shut the fuck up!" I interjected. "If you have nothing else to do, just focus on running your new bar. Get out of here. I don't want to see your face."
Spencer shrugged and stood up to leave. But before he walked out of the door, he took several bottles of wine from my wine cabinet. But I did not care. What I had just heard was buzzing in my mind. Scarlett might go abroad, and I might lose her for the second time.
I could not believe it. Last night, she did not refuse my kiss and even kissed me back. That must mean something.
However, what Spencer said was true. Scarlett might leave me behind.
With this thought in mind, I took my phone and called her.
"Scarlett."
I could not wait to call her name the instant she answered the call
"Charles, what's up?" Scarlett asked confusedly. It was quite noisy on the other end of the line. It seemed that she had company.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home. What's wrong?"
"Okay. I'll be right there."
I hang up the call at once and drove to Scarlett's apartment. I needed to talk to her now. If not, I might be a little too late.
I arrived at her apartment not long after. I immediately rang the doorbell, and Scarlett opened the door with a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Charles, why did you come here all of a sudden? What's the matter?"
Before I could answer, I heard a man's voice inside her apartment. My eyes twitched, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Without another word, I walked past her and saw two guests sitting at the dinner table. They were Scarlett's colleagues—Nina and Abner. The latter liked Scarlett.
All of a sudden, I felt a fire of jealousy burning in my chest. Scarlett invited another man for dinner at home. It irked me that she did not even invite me, much less tell me about it.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Farewell To My Endless Love