Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 93

Charles' POV:

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed in the VIP ward of the hospital as I listened to Spencer answering a phone call for me. He was exaggerating so much that I could not help but frown. His words could not fool anyone but that silly woman.

Once he hung up the phone, he threw the phone to me, and said with a mischievous smile, "Dude, don't pretend to be asleep. We know how excited you get over Scarlett's calls."

I opened my eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. "You are being too noisy."

"Hey! How can you say something like that to the one who is helping you?" Spencer complained loudly as he slumped on the couch like an angry child.

"What did she say?" I asked, suppressing my impatience.

He sat cross-legged, humming a song as if he didn't hear me.

I looked at him in disbelief and was about to drive him out.

Noticing my anger, Spencer stopped pretending and approached me with a smile. "As for Scarlett's reaction, she is naturally very anxious."

I could not help but sneer at Scarlett's selfdeception. She had always cared a lot about me while pretending to be indifferent.

"Scarlett likes you," Spencer added.

"She doesn't believe me, though," I said crossly. Scarlett has always tried to push me away as if she had labeled me as someone that she needed to keep away from.

"It would only be strange if Scarlett believes you. Think of what you did before, and the thing about Rita. I feel that you need to sort things out as soon as you can," Spencer said in a sincere tone.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.

"Hurry! It must be Scarlett! Close your eyes." Urging me to pretend like I was sleeping weakly, Spencer walked to the door.

I had no choice but to close my eyes in order to cooperate with his performance. As soon as the door was opened, I heard Scarlett's voice. She seemed to be panting, so I guessed that she must have run upstairs.

"How is Charles?" she asked anxiously.

Spencer sighed as he replied, "He's not in a good condition. Please take good care of Charles, Scarlett."

Although she did not say anything, I could sense how depressed she was. Joy filled up in my heard when I realized that she felt sad for me. After all, it was proof that she still cared for me.

Spencer said a few more words to her before he walked out of the ward. Scarlett walked towards my bed slowly and I tried my best to hold back my emotions as I kept my eyes closed.

"Charles," Scarlett called me softly as she tucked me in.

I continued to pretend like I was asleep.

Holding my hand, she murmured to herself, "Charles, don't scare me. Even though we are planning to get divorced, I still can't bear to see you hurt or in danger. When I heard that you met with a car accident, I realized that I still have some feelings for you. I used to love you so much that I was even willing to die for you. But you kept leaving me again and again for Rita. I used to wish that you would take a look at me, but you never stopped for me. I'm tired, Charles, and I don't want to wait for you anymore. It's a hopeless path for me to walk on, and I can't trust you with my heart once again. I hope you understand."

Her words made me so anxious and flustered. What did she mean by she was tired, and that she could never trust me again? Since I could not afford to let her even think about leaving me, I opened my eyes.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled at me, which indicated that she was happy to see that I was awake.

"How did you know that I was hurt? Who told you to come here?" I asked her, pretending to be surprised.

"Spencer told me, and it is good that you're alright." Mumbling that, she sighed, so I could not clearly hear her words. She poked my arm and looked at me nervously. "Can you feel this?"

I looked at her in silence, unable to understand what was on her mind. Why was she still insisting on divorcing me if she really cared about me?

"How did the car accident happen?" Scarlett asked, looking at me in a daze.