Farewell To My Endless Love

Charles's POV:

Scarlett reached out her hand, but hesitation could still be seen on her face.

Just as she thought I was going to stand still and let her search me, I pulled her into my arms.

"Do you want me to teach you how to frisk me?" I whispered in her ear.

Scarlett shrank back like a frightened rabbit. But because I was holding her hand, she could not escape me.

"Charles, I promise I won't frisk you anymore. You said you didn't have it. I believe you. Just please, let me go," Scarlett pleaded, her ears red in embarrassment. She looked so adorable whenever she was like this. Her shy demeanor was making me go crazy.

"Too late," I retorted with a smirk.

"Charles, what... what are you gonna do?" Scarlett pushed me away as hard as she could. But as she was petite, the force sent her stumbling backwards. To make things worse, the bathroom floor was slippery. She would fall and get hurt! Without missing a beat, I reached out to catch her.

However, I miscalculated, and we ended up falling into the bathtub on top of each other. I caught her in my arms just in time, and we landed on my back. She should be fine.

"Charles, let me go," Scarlett asked in a barely

audible voice.

I spread out my hands and pretended to be innocent. "You're free to get off me. I'm not holding you. Look."

Upon realizing something, Scarlett stared daggers at me and hoisted herself by grabbing the edge of the bathtub. Then, with a red face, she stood up.

"Scarlett, it's you who refused to frisk me. Just make sure to remember that if we ever need to bring up this moment in the future." I stood up from the bathtub as well. Our intimate physical contact just now and the look on her face cheered me up.

Scarlett pushed the door open and grumbled, "You always have a reason to shut me up."

I strode over and stopped her from leaving. "If you want, I can shut you up right now in yet another different way."

"Charles, stop being a rascal!"

"Don't forget; you still owe me a week's meal." I brought up her promise that she had forgotten.

"It's just breakfast for a week!" Scarlett reasoned out.

"I have to charge you an interest for delaying it for too long. It's a week's meal." I was pushing my luck. Knowing her, she did not want to be indebted to anyone.

"Fine. I'll do it. Just let me out." Scarlett pushed me out of her way.

I had gotten the answer that I wanted, so I just stepped aside and made way for her.

I was literally beaming with happiness for the next few minutes.

The next morning, just as Scarlett had promised, she came to my house to make me breakfast. While I was drinking water in the kitchen, she entered the kitchen, a bag of ingredients in her hand. "What do you want to eat?" she asked without even greeting me.

I could not help but notice the white dress she was wearing. She looked elegant and charming today.

"It doesn't matter. I'll eat whatever you cook for me."

Scarlett rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever. Get out of the way. I don't like being disturbed when I'm cooking." She motioned me to get out of her way and then walked to the sink to wash the ingredients.

I shrugged my shoulders and stood a few feet away from her.

My presence must be making her nervous. I figured that that might be the case as she shrieked all of a sudden. It turned out that she had opened the tap a little too much, so water splashed all over her clothes.

Without a word, I went to my room and fetched her a shirt.

"Put this on for the meantime, or you might catch a cold," I advised as I handed her my white shirt.

Scarlett looked at her white dress and went to the bathroom to change. Once done, she returned to the kitchen and continued cooking.

However, I could not take my eyes off her. My shirt was too big for her, so the neckline was slightly plunging and I could almost see her chest.

My gaze fell on her breasts, and I felt my throat dry up all of a sudden. Her wearing my clothes made me feel as though I was touching her, albeit indirectly. My mind was in a mess because of this. Scarlett finished making my breakfast after a while. But even when my breakfast was ready, my mind was still in the clouds. In order to restrain myself, I did not look at her again until my assistant delivered a new set of clothes for her to my apartment.

Scarlett's POV:

I breathed a sigh of relief the instant I stepped out of Charles's house. But now, I was running late, so I had to rush to the company.

I saw Abner as soon as I arrived at the office. For some reason, worry and apprehension were written all over his face, which perplexed me. "Scarlett, the CEO of Lively Group is here. He's waiting for you in the reception room," he whispered to me, a sense of urgency in his tone.

I must admit, I was shock. The CEO of Lively Group? That was Rita's father! What was he doing here?

To me, the Livelys were not exactly good people. Rita's father and mine used to be good friends. But when my father was in trouble, Rita's father did nothing.

I had no idea what he was here for. But it seemed that whether I liked it or not, I had no choice but to meet with him.

"Here you are, Scarlett! I haven't seen you for a long time. You've become more beautiful!"

The moment I stepped into the reception room, a middle-aged man, who had been sitting on the leather sofa, stood up and greeted me enthusiastically.

"Hello, Mr. Nate Lively. Long time no see," I greeted back with a smile. I then turned around and poured him a glass of water out of courtesy.

"Why are you so cold to me? Is it because of what happened in the past? Scarlett, I didn't have much choice at that time. You're a grown woman now. Don't hold onto the past, alright?" Nate put his hand on my arm as he spoke.

He had just crossed my personal space. Because of this, I instinctively took a step back and glared at him.

"Why are you so sensitive? Come on! A little bird like you needs a sugar daddy who will protect you, right? I can give you everything you want," he continued in an ambiguous tone while fiddling with his Rolex watch.

I looked at him in disbelief. How dare he come to my workplace just to ask me to be his mistress?! "Is that why you came here? I'll tell you what. I don't need anyone to protect me, let alone a sugar daddy. You need help. You're sick."

I walked to the door and pushed it open.

Just as I was about to head out, I turned around and coldly said, "Mr. Lively, I'm very busy. I'm afraid I can't see you off." "Sweetie, if you ever change your mind, feel free to come to me at any time," Nate said with a shrug. Without waiting for my response, he left.

The news that I had met with Rita's father reached Charles shortly.

In the afternoon, while I was discussing work with my colleagues, he suddenly appeared in front of me. As if on cue, my colleagues left knowingly. Charles then sat down on the main seat and crossed his legs leisurely.

With his hands on the desk, he asked in a serious tone, "Scarlett, what did he say to you?" "Nothing. It's just about my father."

I was surprised that Charles seemed to care about me.

"Scarlett, no matter what he says, don't believe it. He used to take advantage of your father's business," he cautioned, his eyes narrowed in apprehension. For some reason, my heart pounded in my chest. I could not look at him, unable to believe what I had just heard.

I abruptly stood up and exclaimed, "That's impossible!"

"Calm down, Scarlett. You're a strong girl. Don't worry. I'll find out the truth for you. Anyway, is that everything he told you?"

My face turned red all of a sudden. That disgusting old man even implied that he wanted to keep me as his mistress. It was an insult to my dignity. How could I say that to Charles?

As Charles saw that I seemed troubled, he moved close to me and held my hand reassuringly.

The warmth of his hand made me feel at ease. I lifted my gaze and looked into his eyes. They were as blue as the sea, and looking at them made me feel like drowning. What was more, the feelings that I had long suppressed felt as though they were about to burst out of my body.

"Scarlett, you need to relax. How about we play tennis this weekend?" Charles asked with a gentle smile.

I hated it whenever he was like this. I would get so weak, and my heart would get the best of me