Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 59 I'm Sorry

Scarlett's POV:

Bang!

Charles slammed the bathroom door shut. The next moment, he was making me stand under the showerhead.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I took a few steps back and looked at him warily. I tried my best to stay as far as I could from this dangerous man in front of me.

Charles put his hands around my waist and forced me to the corner. "You promised me you wouldn't drink anymore. Didn't you take my words seriously? You're so defiant. I should start thinking how I'd punish you so you'd learn," he said through gritted teeth. For some reason, he sounded as though he was restraining something inside him.

"I never promised you anything," I retorted. At the thought of him and Rita, my heart sank yet again. Why did he come back to me again? I was fine without him.

"Are you still not convinced?" Charles scoffed.

I straightened up and perfunctorily replied, "No." I was still exhausted from last night that I did not have the strength to argue with him.

"Don't move." Charles suddenly hit me on my behind, but his face remained stern.

I frowned in annoyance. "Don't spank me! How many times have I told you not to spank me?!"

"You don't allow me to kiss you either." Charles suddenly lowered his head and kissed me on the cheek. As he saw that I was maddened by what he had done, he asked smugly, "What? I spanked you and kissed you. What are you gonna do? Beat me?"

"You rascal!" I pushed him with all my strength, but he did not even budge. This man was getting more and more shameless as time went by. And now, he was acting like a pervert.

Charles merely ignored my outburst and lectured me. "Listen. Don't attend that kind of work party anymore. If you disobey me, I'll be sure to punish you," he warned in a low voice.

"It was work! Nothing happened, is there?" I explained in a hurry. I hated it whenever he meddled with my work life.

"Work? You almost got molested! Are you sure that's part of your work?" Charles coldly asked while staring at me with an intense gaze. "Don't stretch me to the limit, Scarlett. I allowed you to go to work because I wanted you to be happy. But just so you know, if you keep doing this, I can take your job away."

None of his words seemed to have an effect on me. He sighed to calm himself down and compromised. "I can give you everything you want. But I don't want this to happen again. I'm worried about you."

It was only then that I looked at him. For a second, I felt my heart warmed up. I could not say anything harsh to him, especially when he just wanted me to be safe, could I?

Ever so slowly, Charles reached out his hand and gently touched my face. He then stared at me

intently with his blue eyes. They seemed as mysterious as the vast sea. I could not bring myself to look away. They were tempting to look at. All of a sudden, I felt a cool sensation on my lips. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that the next thing I knew, Charles had kissed me. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he only held me tighter. He held my waist and lifted me up, not allowing be to break free. Like a koala hugging a tree, I put my legs around his hips so I would not fall to the cold bathroom floor.

Charles nibbled the top of my tongue and gently asked, "Will you be a good girl now?"

The kiss turned my mind in disarray, and I could hardly breathe. I could not think straight, so I just nodded. However, Charles did not seem satisfied with my answer. He sucked on my lips harder and asked me again in a hoarse voice, "Answer me. Will you be a good girl?"

"Yes." The most important thing at the moment was to satisfy Charles in his demands.

"Good girl."

Charles finally let go of me after getting the answer he wanted. He returned to his usual noble temperament and even helped me run the bath.

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance. I had now returned to my senses and remembered that Charles was a jerk.

My hangover subsided, and I instantly felt better after taking a shower.

A few moments later, I sat on the edge of the bed and wiped my hair with a towel. But then, I could not help but think of Charles. What on earth was he up to?

His behavior these past few days perplexed me. Was it only an illusion? I patted my head, unable to comprehend what he was thinking.

At that moment, Charles came in with a tray in his hand. As he saw that I was in deep thought and patting my head, he teasingly asked, "Have you realized what you did wrong?"

I looked at him and forced a smile. "Yes. Under the guidance of the great Mr. Moore, I have deeply reflected on my behavior. I realized that I was wrong. I should've just stayed in France, so I wouldn't suffer," I retorted.

Charles put down the tray and chuckled. "But you returned. Now that you're here, you can only be my Mrs. Moore."

He walked towards me and touched my damp hair. "Why aren't you drying your hair? You might catch a cold."

Without waiting for my response, he went to fetch the hairdryer.

"I made you pasta. Eat it while it's still hot," Charles said while helping me dry my hair.

On the tray were two plates of pasta. No matter what Charles did, he always did his best. Even though he was not really that good at cooking, the food he cooked still looked like the ones served in restaurants.

My stomach growled, but I did not want to admit defeat.

"I'm not hungry," I refused him flatly. I should practice not giving in easily.

"Don't starve yourself. I put shrimp in the pasta.

It's your favorite, right?" Charles sighed and made a concession, seeing that I was stubborn. "Look. I'm sorry. I promise I'll consider your feelings more in the future."

I looked up at him incredulously, unable to believe that an arrogant man like him would apologize. I must still have a hangover.

"Next time, I'll ask for your permission before I kiss you. Well, I'll still kiss you even if you say no." What the hell? What a cheeky devil! I was angry and, at the same time, ashamed. I raised my hand to hit his chest, but he grabbed my wrist in the blink of an eye. "Baby, let's eat something first so that you can have the strength to hit me," he said with a smirk.

I had no choice but to eat the food he had cooked. I was starving, after all. Once we were done eating, I took the tray back to the kitchen.

Charles was drinking coffee on the sofa when, all of a sudden, I remembered something. "You drove Abner away again. He's my friend. Why are you so rude to him?"

"Abner isn't trustworthy. He let you drink with those filthy men, and you almost got hurt. I should've beat him harder." Charles seemed dissatisfied that I defended Abner after what had happened. As soon as he said that, he put down his cup of coffee and went to the kitchen.

"But nothing happened, didn't it?" I reasoned out even though I knew I was in the wrong.

All of a sudden, Charles grabbed my hand and bellowed, "Scarlett, how could you not care about your own safety?! Have you ever considered the feelings of those who care about you?" "I will protect myself in the future. Don't tell me what to do and what not to do," I fired back.

"Then don't agree to my face and then do the contrary. I know your tricks."

He sounded as though he knew me well when, in fact, he did not. I shook off his hand in annoyance. "There are times when I can't refuse because of my job!"

"You're my wife. Nobody dares to make things difficult for you," Charles scoffed. His eyebrows were furrowed, and anger could be seen in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten that our marriage is a secret?"

"Then let's make our relationship public!" It seemed that Charles intended to make use of this situation to do what he wanted.

But, had he forgotten that he had Rita and that the major media regarded the two of them as a couple?

"There's no need to do that. We're going to divorce anyway."

Bringing up the divorce was something that could not be avoided. Every time that was mentioned, the two of us would break up in discord.

Charles left a few moments later, and I went to work.

For some reason, it felt that something was up as soon as I entered the company building. People around me gave me weird looks and whispered to one another.

It was not until I saw a familiar figure by the door of the office that I realized what was wrong. It was because of Rita. What tricks did she have up her sleeve again? Stressed, my temples started throbbing.

Suddenly, Rita rushed towards me and pulled the hem of my dress. "It's all my fault. Scarlett, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. I'm so sorry!" she cried out.

Her doing that was ridiculous. People would just think that she was the victim when she was actually a perpetrator.

I did not say anything in response and just looked at her coldly. Because of this, she sobbed harder to gain sympathy from me and the people around me. "You must hate me now because of Charles. It's not our fault he and I love each other so much. Please forgive me. Think about our friendship for so many years."

The employees started whispering to each other. I could not blame them. Anything about Charles was good gossip.

"How can I not forgive a dying woman?" I scoffed with feigned pity.

Rita stopped crying at once and raised her head in surprise. It seemed that she never expected I would say something like that.

The first person to lose his temper was Rita's bodyguard. He cursed at me and strode forward, possibly to beat me. Fortunately, my colleagues were quick to their feet, and they stopped him in time. The scene was chaotic.

Meanwhile, Rita knelt on the ground and continued acting. "I'll kneel here until you forgive me."

"Rita, I really don't have time for this. If you want to kneel, just do it." As soon as I finished speaking, I entered the studio with my colleagues and did not even look back.