Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 102 Confusion

Scarlett's POV:

As soon as I walked out of the door, Charles grabbed my wrist. He peremptorily opened my palm, placed his hand over mine, and walked forward entwining his fingers with mine.

"What are you doing?" I tried to shake off his hand, but couldn't.

"I am just holding your hand. Can't you see? You should tightly hold your husband's hand from now on, just like this." Saying that, Charles shook our hands slightly.

I looked at him speechlessly. There were strange feelings in my heart, but since I could not get rid of him, I could only let him do what he wanted.

He took me to the private garage, where many limited-edition luxury cars were parked.

I watched him get on the driver's seat. I couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Didn't you ask the driver to take us?"

"I will drive you to work. Get in the car," Charles urged.

I got into the car slowly but I was still a little doubtful. "Can you even drive?"

I knew that he was good at driving, but I was a little worried about the injury on his arm.

"I'll prove it to you with actions and not words." Charles turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the garage.

"If you feel any pain or discomfort in your arm, then you must tell me. Don't force yourself." Worried, I kept looking at his injured arm. Charles was racing the car so fast that I gripped the seatbelt, feeling like I was really risking my life for him.

"What? If it was really that dangerous to ride with me, then you wouldn't be here, would you?" Charles retorted, glancing at me.

"Eyes on the road!" I shouted nervously. My heart rose up to my throat when I noticed him looking at me while he was trying to overtake another vehicle on the road.

"You haven't answered my question yet," he said, slowing down the car a bit.

"Of course, I will." I pouted and continued, "After all, it's not easy to get a taxi around here."

"Well, you can shut up now." My words darkened his expression all of a sudden.

He drove me to the TV station, but he was quiet along the way. I curled my lips, thinking of how narrow-minded he was.

I unfastened the seat belt and cleared my throat before I said, "Be careful on the way."

With a long face, Charles threw a thin suit jacket at me, and said, "Put this on." Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Why?" I asked in a low voice. His behavior was really confusing. Men were indeed more unpredictable than women. Often times, I found Charles to be like an incomprehensible math problem that could make me scratch my head.

"You are not allowed to wear such strapless dresses to work anymore," Charles said, sulking. When he saw that I was not taking the jacket, he helped me put it on.

"Is that why you were so unhappy this morning?" I guessed boldly. But my heart was racing.

Charles snorted, "It's good that you are able to realize your mistake. I won't blame you this time, but from now on, you're only allowed to wear such dresses in front of me."

I tried my best to restrain my smile as I looked at him with a calm expression. "Well, that's not your call."

"Try me, then," Charles threatened, looking at me.

I knew that he could do anything he wanted, so I didn't contradict him. "Ask your lawyer to handle the case as soon as possible," I reminded him in a low voice.

With that, I got off the car. I was gradually becoming better at handling him.

"Are you really in such a hurry to divorce me?"

Charles' eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at me.

"Drive carefully." Without answering his question, I waved goodbye to him with a big smile.

He seemed to be so furious, because he drove off without even saying goodbye to me.

Once he was gone, I heaved a sigh of relief. How could I not be in a hurry to divorce? I was afraid that my heart would soften again soon if things continued to be the same way. I found myself gradually relying on him. In fact, I did not even want to leave him.

After I finished hosting the TV show that morning, I received flowers from Charles again. The card on it read, "It's not that easy to divorce me."

The vigorous handwriting on it was as domineering as his voice.

While I was staring at the card, a hand reached out and grabbed the card from me. The woman read out the words on the card loudly.

There seemed to be a hint of tease in her clear voice as she said, "I didn't expect Charles to be so loyal to you."

I helplessly looked at the woman, who had delicate makeup on. "Nina, this is not loyalty. He's just not reconciled about losing me."

Nina put down the card and winked at me. "Scarlett, you are lying to yourself! And honestly, I think that you already know of the feelings in his heart. You're just afraid of facing the facts." "Why would I be afraid?" I smoothed my hair awkwardly.

"You are afraid of getting hurt again, and that's why you've closed the door to your heart," Nina said earnestly, sighing heavily.

I was stunned by her words as I was not expecting her to pierce through the truth with just a single pertinent remark. Actually, I was indeed a coward. I was eager for Charles' love, but I kept pushing him away because I was afraid.

"Even my father believes that it won't be easy for you to divorce him," Nina added.

I forced a smile. I was at a loss for words when I recalled what Grandma had told me the night before.

"Last night, the elders asked me to withdraw the lawsuit." After a pause, I turned and opened up the window behind me before I continued, "They wanted to investigate whether Charles is really the father of Rita's child, so they want me to wait for the result."

"I'm sorry that I can't help you in this matter," Nina said apologetically.

I turned to her, shaking my head. "It's not your fault, Nina. Now that the elders are also involved in this matter, I know that the divorce won't happen anytime soon. Thank you all the same." "Don't be upset, Scarlett. Try to look on the bright side of things. Maybe your journey with Charles shouldn't stop here," Nina comforted when she noticed my long face.

"They are just procrastinating it," I replied with a helpless smile. Everyone had a good intention, indeed, but regardless of what the result might be, someone was bound to get hurt in the end.

"What's your plan now?" Nina asked all of a sudden.

"I plan to take things slow for now. Grandpa's birthday is coming soon, and I don't want to upset him." I felt uncertain about the future. Charles was very determined not to divorce. Would I really be able to make it?

"Honey, I think you care too much about the elders' opinions." Nina rubbed her forehead helplessly and continued, "I feel that you should think more about yourself. If you really feel unhappy about your marriage to Charles, then don't force yourself to stay." "No, I am not forcing myself to do anything!" I replied straightforwardly. As for the elders, I knew my position very well. "They have helped me a lot and I don't want to hurt them. No matter what happens to me and Charles, I will repay them," I explained.

"As a good friend, I will support you in whatever decision you make." Nina stopped persuading me and smiled brightly. "Would you like me to accompany you to the birthday party?"

"No, thanks. I won't be staying at the party for long, anyway," I refused her kindness.

"Why?" she asked, looking at me in confusion.

I sighed as I sat back in the chair. "I think Rita will also come, even if no one invites her."

'Grandpa's birthday party must be grand.' I knew that there would be a lot of VIPs attending the party. After all, the party was not just to celebrate Grandpa's birthday, it was also an opportunity for important people to talk about business with each other.

A woman like Rita, who was racking her brains to marry into the Moore family, would never let go of such an opportunity to get acquainted with powerful people.

"How can she have the nerve to show up at his party? After all, she still hasn't married into their family yet. Even if you consider the Lively family's status, they are not qualified to attend Mr. Michael Moore's birthday party. Am I right?" Nina pouted, trying to defend me.

"I am certain that Rita will come. She has a special relationship with Charles, after all!" I said in low spirits. The thought of seeing Rita and Charles together at the party made my heart ache.

"Are you jealous? Have you ever considered the possibility that Charles might only be treating Rita well out of gratitude?" Nina teased as she gave me a mischievous look.

"I don't believe that's the case." I sighed and explained, "Although Charles said he just wants to repay her, his previous actions prove that his motives are not just repaying his debt to her."

"I understand, dear." Nina seemed to be enlightened all of a sudden.

"What?" Amused by her reaction, I turned to her. "You two need to sit down and have an open talk," she concluded.

"Maybe." Thinking about what she said, I realized that she was right. Charles and I had not talked peacefully because of Rita's existence. We would often give each other silent treatment or quarrel most of the time. However, the situation had gotten much better lately. Charles would kiss me as soon as he heard something that made him unhappy, completely ignoring my feelings, though.

"Why are you blushing now?" Nina interrupted my thoughts.

"It's nothing. You go on, please," I said with a wry smile as I pushed her jokingly. I couldn't let Nina know what I was thinking, or she would certainly ask me to describe how I felt when Charles kissed me.

"Let me tell you something." Nina leaned closer with a mysterious look in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked in a daze.

"Spencer said that Charles is still a virgin." Nina's voice was barely a whisper as she said those words to me with a sly smile.

My cheeks were flushed and I stammered, "R... Really?"

"You don't believe me? Well, you can ask Charles to prove it to you when you get the chance." Nina's words were gettingincreasingly ridiculous.

How could such a thing be proved? I quickly covered her mouth and said, "Stop it, Nina!"

"Why are you so shy about it? Charles is such a good man. You're the one at loss for not sleeping with him. Anyway, you should find an opportunity to sleep with him before the divorce, or it would be a pity!" Nina said casually, pulling off my hand from her mouth.

She kept encouraging me.

Just then, Abner knocked on the door. When he saw Nina and I giggling and talking so secretively, he asked, raising his eyebrows, "What are you two talking about? And why are you so happy?"

"Nothing." I stopped smiling, straightened my clothes, and pretended like nothing happened.

"We were just talking about..." Nina looked at me with a snicker.

"We are just talking about work." I interrupted her, glared at her, and reminded her not to say such things. I then turned to Abner and asked, "What's up?"

"The special guest for the interview later is Spencer Patel, and he said he would like to reveal something about Charles' marriage," Abner said to me seriously.