Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 9

Scarlett's POV:

I recovered quickly from my cold, and finally, my first day at the TV station came.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I walked into the studio and reported for work. I was nervous to be in front of the camera, but before long, we started shooting.

The show's guest today was a very lively and dynamic entrepreneur. Charles was also an entrepreneur, but unlike my interviewee, he was a cold, taciturn man.

Damn! Why was I thinking of Charles while I was at work? Realizing that I was being unprofessional, I shoved Charles out of my mind and concentrated on doing my job well.

Half an hour later, the shoot was over. The director and staff were pleased with my performance. They even said that I was a very promising host for their channel and that as long as I worked hard, I would have a bright future.

Then, they invited me to lunch as their way of welcoming me to the company. But I politely refused. It was just my first day working at the TV station, and I did not want my colleagues to think that I was being given special treatment.

So at lunch time, I decided to eat alone at a nearby restaurant. A few minutes after I sat down, I saw Rita enter the establishment.

She had a few bodyguards following her.

And to my surprise and displeasure, she took the seat across from mine without asking me first.

"Scarlett! Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hi, Rita. Are you here alone? Where's Charles?" I did not want to exchange pleasantries with her, but I had no choice. I did not want to be rude to her in public.

"Oh, Charles wanted to accompany me, but I refused. He has too much work to do. I didn't want to bother him and tire him out," Rita chirped like she was the happiest woman alive.

I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. The last time I overheard the two of them talk on the phone, she was practically begging Charles to come over to keep her company. Now she was telling me the opposite under the guise of concern. Clearly, this woman was just trying to make me think that Charles cared about her more than he cared about me.

I could tell her that I could see through her bold -faced lies, but I found it pointless to embarrass her. Charles had no idea that Rita was manipulating him, and if I told him, he would just accuse me of being jealous. So I found it better to just keep my silence.

Truth be told, I thought that the only reason that Charles believed Rita when she was acting all weak and fragile was that he had feelings for her. On the other hand, I, who did not care about her at all, thought that when she was acting like a damsel in distress, she was just trying to get attention, which I found disgusting.

Right after Rita finished her sentence, a waiter approached us and took our orders. I went ahead and said, "A medium well filet mignon and a glass of orange juice, please. Thank you."

"I'll have the same," Rita ordered after I did.

"All right. Coming right up."

Then, the waiter took our menus and walked away. Not wanting to initiate small talk with Rita, I fixed my gaze outside and watched the city's bustling lunchtime scenery. However, Rita did not seem to know how to read a person's body language.

"Charles is so considerate. I just wanted to leave the hospital for a bit and go outside to get some fresh air, but he refused to let me go without his bodyguards to protect me. He also always tells me to call him as soon as I feel uncomfortable or whenever I need him."

"That's nice." She was starting to upset me, but I decided to keep my cool. I thought about what she said. The hospital was far away from here, and she could have picked a restaurant that was nearby. Instead, she decided to hop across town to eat at a restaurant near my workplace. This woman might have painted herself a weakling, but she was a scheming one, and that was the worst kind.

"Scarlett, can you divorce Charles as soon as possible? My health is getting worse and worse, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see the day that Charles and I get married. He's the man of my dreams, and it's my dying wish to marry him. You're a kind and considerate person, aren't you? Please don't let me leave this earth with regret." Rita reached out for my hand and squeezed it. She flashed me a beseeching expression that made my stomach flip.

At that moment, I thought that for an actress, she had terribly laughable acting skills.

"Grandpa keeps our marriage certificate. After I get it, I will officially divorce Charles." I gently withdrew my hand from her grip, careful not to make sudden movements. I did not want us to attract the wrong kind of attention. "You didn't have to come all the way here to persuade me, Rita. Charles and I have talked about it. He'll be all yours soon."

After that, I spent my entire lunchtime pushing my food around my plate. Rita's little guilt trip spoiled my appetite and my mood.

Charles's POV:

Scarlett had been pushing me to get on with the divorce lately, and it upset me. So I decided to spend some time with Spencer and David after work to cool off.

They invited me for dinner tonight at a nearby restaurant, and I agreed without hesitation.