Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 95

Charles's POV:

I pulled off the quilt, feeling amused and annoyed at the same time. I said, "Are you really my mother? Why do you have to say something like that?"

"If you don't want to hear something like that, then give me a great-grandchild with Scarlett as soon as possible. Stop wasting my time," Grandma backfired.

I chanced a glance at Scarlett. As expected, her cheeks turned bright red at Grandma's words. She immediately lowered her head and avoided eye contact with me.

"Grandma, I promise there will be a greatgrandchild for you, but for now, I want to get some rest. You and Mom should go home," I replied.

Hearing what I said, Grandma began to pretend to shed tears. "That sounds nice and all. But Scarlett's belly is still flat. I don't have much time left. There's a good chance that I won't be able to see my great-grandchild."

"Oh, don't say that, Grandma. You're still very-strong and healthy. You'll live a long life." Hearing our conversation, Scarlett hurried to comfort Grandma, "The great-grandchild that you want is already on the way, Grandma."

"I don't want a great-grandchild from that Rita woman! I don't and will never consider her family!" Grandma's face darkened, and she turned around to leave.

She walked out of the ward quickly.

"Grandma!" Scarlett attempted to run after my grandmother, but my mother stopped her.

"Don't worry about her, Scarlett. Stay here and take care of Charles, okay?" Then, my mother left.

The ward finally quieted down, and the headache that I got from all the commotion finally eased. I rubbed my temples and heaved a sigh. Women were really difficult to deal with, and the most difficult one of them all was standing at the door in a daze.

"Why are you still standing there?" I said crossly.

Scarlett closed the door, turned around, and walked toward me reluctantly. She pursed her lips and knitted her brows. She looked a little aggrieved. I knew that she wanted to leave. She had been unhappy since Rita showed up. She was not only difficult to deal with but also a jealous girl.

"Have you ordered the food?" I asked, trying to get her to focus on me.

She looked up at me, smacked herself in the head, and said, "Oh, right. The food."

I could not help frowning. When did she get into the habit of knocking herself over the head? It made her look silly and childish. But when I thought about it, it did not matter if she looked like a confused, panicked little girl as long as I got to be with her for the rest of my life.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. It was the manager of the restaurant who sent the food.

Scarlett not only ordered all my favorite dishes but also made sure that they were healthful and nutritious. It seemed that she was not as cold and ruthless as she would like to project herself to be. She still remembered what I liked. I felt so happy that I wanted to smile, but I decided to suppress the urge. I did not want the love of my life to think that I was having the best time with her.

Scarlett's POV:

After lunch, Charles and I went about our own businesses. While I was busy reading on the sofa, Charles was busy with his work.

The afternoon sunshine bathed the room in its warm, comforting glow, making everything feel welcoming despite the smell of disinfectant that hung in the air.

Looking up at the busy Charles, I slowly got lost in thought. If he and I were a normal couple, would our daily life be like this? Would we be in the same room doing completely different things and not talking but still feeling at ease? Would we have a lovely child who would suddenly come running into the room, breaking the silence, and bringing us joy?

"Scarlett," Charles suddenly called to me.

"Hmm?" I instantly snapped back to my senses.

"Your phone is ringing," he answered, tilting his head to the side.

I immediately fumbled for my phone as my cheeks burned with shame. Charles must have realized that I was staring at him.

"Your phone is over here," he said and pointed at the bedside table.