Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 136 Trending News

Scarlett's POV:

As I lay on the sofa leisurely, Charles walked up to me with a glass of water. He then handed it to me, and I kissed him on the cheek in return.

Charles fell stunned.

"What? Isn't it enough?" I asked incredulously.

Charles eyed me with suspicion. "Why did you kiss me? Tell me the truth. Are you plotting against me?"

I clenched the glass of water tighter, annoyed that he was accusing me of something I could not possibly do. "What? Weren't you asking for a kiss? You put your face close to me, so I figured you wanted me to kiss you."

Charles frowned and looked me in the eye.

I could not help but feel uneasy whenever he stared at me with his tantalizing eyes. To ease the awkwardness around us, I took a sip of water and put the glass near his lips. "Would you like to drink?"

"Something's wrong with you today." Charles put the glass away and held me in his arms.

"What is it? There's nothing wrong with me. You're just being paranoid."

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"What are you talking about?" I feigned innocence and acted as if I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Stop acting dumb. You know that won't work against me. You know what? I'll keep an eye on you. The stranger you are, the more vigilant I'll be." Charles stared at me intently as if he wanted to see a guilty conscience in my eyes.

For a moment, we looked into each other's eyes. Just as I was about to look away, Charles leaned in and kissed me.

I chuckled inwardly, but I did not object to his passionate kiss.

Charles's hands wandered around my body as we kissed, and his sensuous touch rendered me weak.

However, his phone suddenly rang. But knowing Charles, he would not let such a trivial thing ruin our moment. At that moment, he answered the call without letting me go.

From the sound of it, Amy was reporting to him about work.

While they were in the middle of the conversation, I patted Charles's hand and signaled him that I needed to go to the restroom. Charles looked at me warily but let me go in the end.

I came out of the bathroom not long after. To my surprise, Charles was standing in front of me, blocking my way. He stared at me with narrowed eyes and complained, "What took you so long? The call is already finished, but you were still inside."

I could not help but chuckle when I sensed the dissatisfaction in his tone. "Relax. I can take care of myself. You should go to work now."

"Are you thinking of running away while I'm away?" Charles asked discontentedly.

"I won't run away," I reassured him.

Even so, Charles did not seem to believe my words. "Do you think I'll believe you?"

His intense gaze made me feel a little uneasy. Nervous, I licked my lips and did not answer his question.

Charles's eyes darkened, but I pretended not to notice that.

After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and asked in a serious tone, "Do you regret marrying me?"

"No, I don't," Charles firmly replied. He then nervously looked at me and asked back, "What about you?"

I shook my head in response.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief and pulled me into his arms. "Can you forgive me?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry," Charles whispered in my ear.

I held him in a tight embrace. His comforting warmth engulfed my heart. I felt secure with him right next to me. What had happened between him and Rita did not bother me anymore.

A few moments later, Charles picked me up and carried me to the sofa.

"Wait for me here. I'll prepare our lunch."

He went to the kitchen to cook our lunch. But then, he returned to the living room not long after with a plate of orange slices for me.

After putting down the plate, he kissed me on the forehead and went back to the kitchen.

I ate the oranges and browsed the news while waiting for him.

A piece of news on the trending search caught my eye. A woman who had had a miscarriage ranted on the Internet. The title read, "My little angel was killed, but the murderer can still anchor a TV show!"

This sparked controversy among netizens. They tried to guess who the person behind the post was.

Some speculated that it was Rita.

At that moment, I touched my belly unconsciously. If Charles had not caught me in time, my little angel might have died as well.

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of this.

While I was in a deep thought, Charles's phone rang, disrupting my thoughts. I decided to take his phone to the kitchen. However, Charles did not even spare a glance and just continued cooking.

"It's Rita," I said somberly.

"Answer it for me," Charles asked casually.

I immediately did as told. As soon as the call connected, Rita's anxious voice rang in my ears. "Charles, believe me, it wasn't me. I hope you don't misunderstand—"

"Oh, there's no misunderstanding at all. I know it's you who posted it," I scoffed.

"You! Where's Charles?" Rita asked in disbelief. Obviously, she did not expect that I would be the one who would answer her call.

"My husband is busy preparing lunch. Do you have anything else to say?" I walked out of the kitchen as I spoke, not wanting Charles to hear my impudence.

"I'm warning you. Your days are numbered. I'll make sure you pay the price for what you've done to me!" Rita yelled at the top of her lungs.

"I didn't push you. You fell on purpose. You killed your own child. If you can't remember what happened, I can help you check the surveillance video for you to see for yourself," I retorted calmly.

"Now that my child is dead, yours will be next. Mark my words, you wicked woman. I'll make you taste your own medicine."

I did not take her threats seriously. Instead, I laughed at her as I sensed the desperation in her voice. "You know, when I came back from France, I heard that you only had two months left to live." "What-what do you mean?" Rita queried in confusion.

"Nothing. I just wanted to remind you that two months have passed." As soon as I finished speaking, I saw Charles walking towards me, so I hung up the call at once.

Charles calmly put another plate of orange slices on the table.

I met his eyes, and I clenched his phone in dread. Did I speak too loud just now? Did he hear me? Would Charles get mad at me for my bad attitude towards Rita?

Surprisingly, he just asked with a straight face, "Did you see the news?" "Yes," I truthfully answered. I wondered how he found out about it, though.

"Relax." Charles must have sensed my agitation as he stroked my head and smiled at me reassuringly. "I don't mind you venting your anger like this."

I looked at him in astonishment. If it was in the past, he would defend Rita and not even bother to listen to my side.

"Rita has nothing to do with me. I'm just kinda mad that you don't seem to care about me," Charles explained with a smile. With that, he led me to the dining table to eat.

I opened my mouth to speak, but words stuck in my throat.

Our lunch was peaceful and harmonious. We did not even mention anything about Rita as we ate.

After lunch, Charles pulled me to the living room and showed me the invitation cards.

I looked at the cards closely. In the end, I chose the simple but elegant one with red and gold decorations.

Charles was taken aback when he saw the invitation card I had chosen. "Didn't you choose pink and purple for almost everything? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"It's true. Pink and purple are my favorite colors. But Grandpa and Grandma like red. I want them to be happy," I explained.

Charles did not seem to have any objection to my decision. With a satisfied smile, he pulled me close and made me sit on his lap.

"What's up?" I asked, a little embarrassed about our position.

"You deserve a reward for being so considerate," Charles said in a low voice. His hands then wander on my body.

I stopped him at once. I nestled my head in the crook of his neck, avoiding his hot breath.

Charles kissed me on the forehead affectionately. "Have you thought about having a child with me?"

I looked away. "I don't think it's the right time to talk about it."

Upon hearing my response, Charles pinched my waist with one hand and fondled my breast with the other. He caressed it harder and harder as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

"Don't..." I begged.

Charles did not say a word and started kissing my neck.

I could feel his lust and burning desire, so I had no choice but to give in. "I promise I'll give birth to a great-grandchild for Grandpa and Grandma." "If you take back your words, you know what I'll do," Charles warned. His lips left my neck, and he kissed me on the lips fervently.

When I was running out of breath, I broke the kiss and joked, "I think we'll need to sleep in separate rooms for a while."

My words fueled a new spark in Charles's heart. He pressed me on the sofa, and his hands once again traveled around my body.

"Stop... Charles..." I begged while pushing him away.

With deep and hurried breaths, Charles looked me in the eye and asked, "What should you call me after we get married?"

I turned my face away and answered, "Honey..." It seemed that Charles could no longer restrain himself. Without a word, he sat up and began unfastening his belt.