Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 92

Scarlett's POV:

Charles bit my lips discontentedly, "Let go of your hand," he said with a low and intoxicating voice.

However, what I did was quite the opposite. I held his hand tighter and replied, "No."

Helpless, Charles took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of my neck. "Don't you trust me?"

His words brought me to reality and woke me up from my sexual fantasies. I stared at the ceiling and did not say a word for a long time. I felt like my heart was drifting in the endless sea, unable to get ashore.

"Scarlett? Answer my question. Are you now willing to give yourself to me?" Charles's hands made his way up again. He kissed me on the neck, and his breathing became deep and heavy.

I knew he was about to lose control of himself.

"You've changed," I remarked.

Charles stopped kissing me and stared at me confusedly with his lustful eyes as if the answer was on my face.

I suppressed the overwhelming feelings in my heart and explained, "Let me remind you, Charles. You already have Rita. Stop messing with me anymore. I don't want to be caught up in your love affair."

"You've never trusted me, have you?" Charles let go of me as soon as he finished speaking. For some reason, he looked hurt.

I straightened my clothes and looked at him seriously. "You'd better pay more attention to her. She's pregnant and terminally ill. She needs you." I was aware my words would do nothing but enrage him. But, I had no choice but to say it. I had to make things clear for him once and for all.

"Is there anything else you want to say? Say it now," Charles ordered with a sneer.

I was hesitant at first. But, I figured that this was a perfect opportunity for me to tell him what had been troubling me. "Charles, let's divorce. Don't delay it anymore. Let me leave with dignity."

"Scarlett..." Charles laughed bitterly and looked at me with disappointment. "You really are heartless."

I was at a loss for words. I wanted to cry my heart out. I would rather him be angry with me than disappointed.

Without another word, Charles stood up and put on his clothes. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, he turned around to face me. "You'd better give up. I will never agree to the divorce." His tone was resolute, and he sounded like there was no chance he would change his mind.

With that, he strode out of the room without even waiting for my response.

I was dumbfounded and, at the same time, a little helpless because of his refusal. If Charles did not agree with the divorce, things would eventually be out of hand. Rita's baby bump was going to show, and soon, it would be impossible to hide. If that happened, not only the three of us would be affected, but also the reputation of the Moore family.

I went straight home from the hotel. I even bought a mask on the way as a disguise, so the reporters would not be able to recognize me.

To my astonishment, there were no reporters at my door, waiting for me.

My uneasiness finally subsided. Charles must have dealt with them for me. He might be stubborn, but he was kind and considerate. Even though he was cold to me when we were at the hotel, he still made sure to take care of everything for me.

I was in a dilemma. On the one hand, Charles was treating me well as if he were in love with me. But on the other, he had gotten Rita pregnant. Of course, I knew very well what I should do: I had to divorce Charles one way or another. The more considerate he was to me, the more difficult it was for me to stick to my principles. In all honesty, I was afraid that I would fall for him because of how caring he was and that I would be unable to extricate myself from him.

I was engrossed in thought the whole day. To make things worse for me, Charles did not contact me, nor did he come back in the evening.

I had no appetite to eat. I only had a bite of food for dinner, so I would not sleep on an empty stomach. As I lay on the bed, I could not stop myself from checking my phone to see if Charles was calling. But if he did call me, I had no idea what to say.

I turned over and heaved a heavy sigh. Every time we met, bringing up about the divorce was inevitable, and we always ended up being at odds.

But come to think of it. He had no right to be mad at me. He had knocked Rita up. And now, she was pregnant with his child. In a fit of anger, I blocked his number on my phone.