Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 130 Be Good

Scarlett's POV:

Feeling a little hesitant, I stood still.

Charles' parents had just reconciled. Thinking that they must have a lot to say to each other, I did not want to disturb them.

I glanced at Charles' car and sighed helplessly.

Ever since I got in his car, he had been grinning and staring at me. I was a little embarrassed by his gaze, so I pretended to be calm as I checked emails on my phone.

"Aren'tyou curious to know where we are going?" He suddenly approached me and I subconsciously shrank back.

"To the hospital," I said to him calmly.

He smiled at me and sat up straight to keep a distance from me.

I was not looking out the window on our way back, and when I suddenly looked up, I found that the car was actually entering Charles ' residence.

I gave him a doubtful glance but continued to be silent.

"Dad lied to Mom. Grandma is fine," he said with a smile. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Speechless, I rolled my eyes at him.

"I want to go back to my apartment," I said firmly.

"No way," Charles refused with a smile. As soon as he parked the car, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car.

"The decor and furnishings of this house is same as that of your apartment," he added, pointing at the apartment and escorted me in.

Surprised, I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"This is your home from now on. You are not going anywhere," Charles added in a domineering manner, holding my hand as we walked.

Pursing my lips, I didn't say anything as I followed him into the apartment.

As soon as I entered the house, I found that there were many plants, and some of them were flowering plants.

"I specially prepared them for you," he explained.

I nodded in response. The next second, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

Feeling uneasy, I pushed him away. Charles let go of me and said with a smile, "You go and take a bath first. I'll cook something for you to eat."

He then helped me take off my coat.

"I don't want to take a bath," I said, afraid that he was up to no good.

"What do you want, then?"

After thinking for a minute, I said, "I can eat."

"I'm going to make some soup. If you don't want to take a bath, then come with me."

I nodded in agreement.

I leaned against the kitchen door, watching him busily preparing food.

After a while, he pointed at the orange that he had cut, and said, "I've cut some oranges for you. Enjoy."

The clean and crisp citrusy aroma of the orange made me want to try it.

It was deliciously sweet and sour, instantly soothing the discomfort in my stomach.

"Looks like you're enjoying it a lot, which makes me also want to try it," Charles said with a smile and opened his mouth, waiting for me to feed him.

I subconsciously took a piece of orange and fed it to him. But when I came to my senses, I felt like we were being too intimate and withdrew my hand, panicking.

"It's a little sour," Charles complained with a frown, clueless that I was embarrassed.

After watching him head back to the kitchen, I took the oranges to the living room, and sat down on the sofa. I chowed down on more orange slices as I watched TV, and the more I ate, the more delicious it tasted.

Charles' BOV:

By the time I was done cooking and walked out of the kitchen, Scarlett was asleep.

I carefully walked to her, afraid that I might wake her up. Looking at her sleeping face, I could not help but want to kiss her.

Soon after my lips left hers, she woke up in a daze.

My heart softened when I saw her like that.

"Get up and have some soup," I said to her with a smile and helped her up.

She nestled in my arms with an awkward expression.

"You will get used to it soon enough," I said with a smile, sensing that she felt a bit nervous.

I gently put her down on the chair. However, I couldn't help but want to kiss her again. Just when I was about to, she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me away.

"Are you hungry?" I asked when I noticed that she was staring at the food on the table greedily.

"Yes, I am!" Scarlett admitted without hesitation.

I then ladled some soup into her bowl.

"I got my period," she said abruptly.

I stopped filling the soup and looked at her in confusion.

"I mean, I can't have sex with you tonight."

Saying that, Scarlett took the soup bowl from my hand and began to drink it.

I suddenly understood what she meant by that, and felt a little aggrieved.

Without saying more, I began to serve her food.

After finishing two bowls of soup, she looked at me in confusion, and asked, "Why aren't you having any soup?"

Feeling a little irritable, I stayed silent.

"You seem to be in a bad mood. Do you really just come to me to satisfy your selfish desires?" Scarlett muttered, stirring the soup with a spoon. There was a serious look in her eyes, as though she would kill herself if I forced her to have sex with me that night.

Seeing her like that, I was both annoyed and depressed.

With a sigh, I turned to pour some wine in my glass.

As the liquor traveled down my throat, it felt like I was drinking fire.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, I looked at Scarlett. Although I was a little tipsy, I was still quite steady.

"Are you full?" I asked softly.

"I'm full. Thank you," she said to me politely and formally, nodding at me.

I stood up, carried her to the sofa, and sat down beside her.

"Can you cut some more fruit for me?" Blinking her eyes at me innocently, she pleaded.

"Okay." After that, I stood up to cut some fruit for her when I suddenly felt that something was strange. She did not have such a large appetite before, so why was she suddenly eating so much?

Confused, I turned around, went into the kitchen, cut the fruits, and put them on a plate, but just when I was about to take it outside, I heard the sound of the door closing.

My heart immediately skipped a beat, and Scarlett was not in the living room when I came back.

I realized that she must have been looking for the perfect chance to escape from me. Looking at the cut fruit on the plate, I felt ironic.

Annoyed, I turned around, walked back to the kitchen, and threw the whole plateful into the trash can before I took out my phone and sent a message to Scarlett.

"Come back on your own, or I'll come and drag you here." I was in a foul mood when I sent her that text.

Just as I expected, she did not reply.

I felt more upset, but since I knew that she was getting my text, I sent her more messages.

"If I catch you, I will make you regret lying to me."

I suddenly felt like I was too mean to her, so I added, "You left all of a sudden, and I'm worried about you. I don't want to do anything to you. I just want to take good care of you."

Even after I sent that message, she did not reply.

I was angry and worried. I was lost in thought for a long time before I let out a helpless sigh, thinking that she always left me feeling so powerless.