Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 96

Scarlett's POV:

I raised my head and snapped, "You're asking for too much! You're being unreasonable!"

Charles did not even flinch when I raised my voice. He just hit me with his cold stare. Suddenly, the warm, comforting vibe in the room turned icy like it was flash frozen by an invisible entity.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I realized that if we did not talk to each other like mature people, we would only violently argue and achieve nothing. So I stood up, walked to his bed, and softened my attitude. "Okay, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. Let's talk, please."

"I wasn't trying to pick a fight with you," Charles muttered.

"I know. I realize that. I'm sorry I yelled at you," I apologized as sincerely as I could.

Charles only glanced at me and did not say anything.

"Fine. Put forward some other conditions," I broke the silence and then quickly added, "Ask for something that I can do."

"Take off your clothes and lie on my bed," Charles replied coldly, "Other than that, I can't think of anything I really want." "Why are you making things difficult for me?" I groaned. Charles knew that I wanted to draw a clear line with him, but he just resisted my every effort to do so. He insisted on breaking down every wall I tried to put up. To be honest, I was getting tired of it.

"You're the one who offered that I put forward another condition," Charles retorted.

After thinking for a while, I decided that my line in the sand was more important than his help. I raised my chin and declared, "You know what, if you don't want to help, then forget it. I'll find another way."

"Who are you going to ask for help then? Who else are you willing to beg other than me?" Charles growled.

"Anyone who's willing to help me without taking advantage of me!" I backfired and picked up my phone, which Charles grabbed before I could hit the call button.

He flashed me a fierce look. Then, next thing I knew, I was lying beside him, and he was prying my mouth open with his tongue and plundering my breath. My mind went blank, and I froze.

It took me a few heartbeats to return to my senses. When I was about to push him away, he let go and stared deeply into my eyes. He whispered, "Don't ask anybody else for help."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "Does that mean you're going to help me?"

Charles grinned, pinched my cheek, and said, "Get up."

"Answer me." I refused to oblige until he gave me a definitive answer.

"Just remember what you promised me," he replied. Then, he lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

I took that as a yes. Suddenly, I was in a sunny mood. I smiled at Charles. It still amazed me how stunned I got whenever I looked carefully at his handsome face. "Then I have to call back the director's wife."

"No," Charles stopped me and added, "Call her back after two days."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"People don't cherish anything they get easily. I want to teach them how to value things this time," he explained.

I nodded by way of acknowledgement. I thought what he said made sense. I should take this opportunity to make my boss and his wife grateful to me and Charles. Otherwise, they would just take our kindness for granted.

"Well, I've reinstated our agreement. Where's my reward?" Charles asked, held my hand, and then twined his fingers with mine.

"What reward?" I looked at him in a daze. I honestly did not understand what he meant.

Charles flashed me a crooked smile and kissed me passionately once again. He locked me in a tight embrace, making my resistance impossible without ripping his wound open. After a few moments of internal debate, I finally decided to give in. I began kissing him back.

After a very long time, Charles let go and looked straight into my eyes. He licked his lips like he had just finished a delicious dinner. I felt my cheeks burn.

Before either of us could say anything, his phone rang. I took the chance to push him away, slide out of bed, and then hide in the bathroom.

I could not believe the mess I saw in the mirror. My hair was disheveled, and my lips were slightly swollen. My heart was still pounding against my ribcage, and my mind was still screaming at me. I should not be indulging Charles like I just did. If we went on like this, our chances of getting divorced would just get slimmer and slimmer.

I could hear Charles's deep voice through the closed bathroom door. The more I listened to him, the more I wanted to go back out there and kiss him some more. I pointed at myself in the mirror and said, "Get it together, Scarlett! Don't let him change your mind! You'll still divorce him no matter what!" I felt a little pathetic that I had to give myself a pep talk while my soon-to-be ex-husband was right outside being all gorgeous and seductive.

Before I walked out of the bathroom, I decided that I would not utter a single word to Charles. I had to keep my distance. I could not let him breach my walls anymore.

"Your lips look like they hurt. I'm sorry. I'll kiss you carefully next time," Charles beamed while setting a bowl of soup in front of me.