Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

As I woke up, I stretched my arms and rubbed the sleep off my eyes. Just like I always did the moment I woke up, I took my phone from the bedside table and checked the time. However, what I saw unexpectedly jolted me awake.

"Famous actress Rita Lively and the CEO of the Moore Group are getting married!" the headline of the news read.

I had mixed feelings. I had no idea how many people had already seen the news. I could not help but think that I might be the last one to know about this.

While I was in a deep thought, Nina suddenly called.

"Scarlett, have you seen the news?! Charles is going to marry Rita! It's ridiculous! A few days ago, he acted as if he loved you with all his heart. But now, news of him marrying someone else is trending on the Internet. He's so confusing!" Nina went straight to the point as soon as I answered the call.

"That's what I've been telling you, Nina," I replied calmly as though the news did not affect me in any way.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it!" Nina sounded so disgruntled by the news.

At that moment, I felt something move under the quilt. It startled me and made me hang up the call in fright. I took a deep breath and looked at the quilt. It was arched, and it seemed that a person was underneath it.

My heart pounded in my chest. I slowly approached the quilt, and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw Charles's face under it. He was fast asleep next to me. His angular face was like a sculpture-sharp and well-defined. His unkempt hair made him look a little wild and carefree, unlike his usual demeanor, which was reserved and astute. My eyes trailed from his face down to his body. I could not help but swallow hard as I gazed at his well-toned deltoids and abs.

It was not until then that I remembered that Charles had come over last night, drunk as a skunk. Unlike when he was sober, he acted all childish and annoying last night.

I stared at him, lost in thought. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off him.

Charles must have sensed my burning gaze as he slowly opened his eyes after a moment.

"Who's going to get married?" he asked in a hoarse voice, and it made him sound sexier.

"You are. You and Rita are going married. It's written on the news." I turned my face away and got out of bed as soon as I finished speaking. I did not want Charles to think that I cared about it. However, he suddenly grabbed my hand, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his arms. As a result, I fell backward on his warm chest.

"Charles, let go of me. Why don't you go and hug your Rita instead?" I was annoyed by his aggressiveness. I knew that struggling would not take me anywhere, so I grabbed my phone on the pillow and showed him the news.

Charles took my phone and stared at it for a moment. Then, without a word, he handed it back to me and took his own phone to confirm what he had just read. I laid under the quilt and did not say anything. My chest felt stuffy, and I find it a little hard to breathe. I must admit, the news of Rita and Charles getting married broke my heart.

"I won't marry her." Charles quickly put on his shirt and tie as he spoke. Once again, he became the cold CEO he had always been.

I lay on the bed with my arms around my knees and ignored him. The news of their marriage was written all over the Internet. Compared to it, his words meant nothing.

Charles was going to marry Rita, and we could finally be divorced. That was what I wanted, was it not? But why was I unhappy?

"Scarlett, let's announce our marriage to the public," Charles casually said. Nevertheless, his words were like an atomic bomb.

Shocked by what he had said, I sat up and looked at him. At that moment, I felt that the pain I had bottled up in the bottom of my heart could no longer be suppressed and would burst anytime soon. My eyes stung, and a few seconds later, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"I didn't ask anyone to post this news." Charles sat on the bedside and wiped my tears. Although his fingers were rough, his movements were so comforting that I could not bring myself to push him away. This sensuous feeling washed over my body. 'Just enjoy yourself for a while,1 I told myself inwardly and then allowed Charles's warm embrace to calm me down.

I buried my head in his chest and closed my eyes, greedily enjoying the tenderness he was giving me at the moment.

A few moments later, my phone suddenly rang. The loud and unexpected ringtone brought me back to reality. I pushed Charles away and courteously answered the phone.

"Hello. Is this Scarlett? It's William. We've met on your program." A gentle voice of a man came from the other end of the line.

I immediately remembered the person I was talking to. I had interviewed William before.

"I'm in Los Angeles for work. Would you like to have lunch with me?" William politely asked like a gentleman.

"Sure," I agreed without a second thought. I had a good impression of him, after all. I figured that I would probably see him again at work, so it was only necessary to maintain a good relationship with him. We exchanged a few pleasantries afterward, and then I finally hung up the call.

I recalled what William had said the last time we met. He asked me about Rita and told me that she would marry the man of her dreams once she recovered.

Her wish was going to come true now. She and Charles would get married soon.

While I was in a daze, Charles hugged me from behind. "Who was that?" he curiously asked.

Instead of answering his question, I pleaded, "Let me go." Our position was intimate, and it felt awkward.

"I don't want to." Charles turned me around and kissed me. Before I knew it, he had put his hands on my waist, picked me up, and pushed me onto the bed.

I was powerless, so I just kissed him back and followed his lead. He even touched me amorously, and my body trembled at his every touch.

"Don't see other men," Charles ordered in between kisses.

"That's my friend," I protested straightforwardly.

"You're my woman. I won't let anyone else have you." Charles tightened his grasp on my waist and kissed me harder as he spoke. His tongue then forcefully entered my mouth and explored it.

His unique masculine musk enveloped me. And because of his kiss, my legs were weak and trembling. I must say, I was starting to like it that I felt an urge to indulge myself in his burning desire. However, I knew at the back of my head that I could not let things go on like this. "You're wrong. I'm not yours." Ashamed of what I was feeling, I tried my best to keep my head clear.

The fire in Charles's eyes dimmed. To my surprise, he stood up and began unbuttoning his belt.

What was he doing? Was he going to force

himself on me?

In a fit of panic, I gritted my teeth and rushed out of the bedroom.

I wanted to run away as far as I could. There was no way I could accept this man, especially when he already belonged to someone else.

But when I ran to the door, I realized that I was only dressed in a camisole nightie and that I had left my phone on the bed. Even if I could run away, where would I go anyway?

With shame and anger in my heart, I stood in a daze as Charles made his way towards me.

I did not look at him, and he did not say anything either. He just handed me my phone and kindly put a night robe on me.

"I won't force you. I'll try my best to restrain myself. But you can't make me wait too long," Charles solemnly said.

I clutched my phone tighter and did not say a word. My face was still flushed because of what had just happened.

Charles moved closer to me and whispered something in my ear. "Did you hear me, honey?" His low and husky voice sounded like a dangerous signal. It made my hair stand on its end and made me take a step back instinctively. Without warning, Charles lifted me up yet again. "Don't go anywhere this morning. Just stay with me here."