Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 154 I Care More About You

Scarlett's POV:

Charles's phone rang while we were having dinner. He put it on speaker and then went to the kitchen to get some soup for me.

Spencer's voice came from the other end of the line. "Charles, let's go out and have a drink!"

"I can't. Scarlett is pregnant. Why are you asking me to go out for a drink at this hour anyway? Never mind. She's mad. Bye." Charles hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

I looked at him incredulously. Why did he make it seem that I took away his freedom to have fun? Charles must have noticed my bewilderment. He looked up at me and explained, "I have stomach problems. The doctor told me not to drink too much."

I put down my spoon and pouted. "Then why did you use me as an excuse?"

"Do you want me to drink with them? Didn't you ask me if I care more about you or the baby? Don't you want to know the answer to that?" Charles asked back with raised eyebrows.

"Then who do you care more about?"

"Let's talk about it when we go to bed."

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In the evening, I took a shower first before him. While I was waiting for him to finish taking a shower, my phone suddenly rang. Rita had sent me a message.

"This is your mother's. If you want it back, come meet me," the message read. Attached to it was a picture of a familiar earring.

A myriad of thoughts crowded into my mind as I stared at the picture. My father had given this to my mother as a love token. How did Rita get this?

Knowing her, she would not give the earring to me easily. Even so, I could not help but wonder what the hell she wanted from me.

While I was in deep thought, Rita sent me another message. "Don't you want to take back your mother's prized possession? You're scared, aren't you? If your mother finds out about this, she'll be disappointed in you."

I just stared at her message but did not reply. Just then, Charles came out of the bathroom with only a bath towel around his waist.

I could not help but gawk at his toned abs. Damn. He was so sexy.

My phone rang yet again, bringing me back to my senses. Sure enough, it was another message from Rita. "Tomorrow night in Spencer's bar. If you want it, come and get it yourself."

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not notice that Charles had sat beside me. He held me in a tight embrace and asked, "Who's messaging you this late at night?"

"Rita," I answered straightforwardly.

With a frown, Charles took my phone from my hand and read Rita's messages.

He looked at the picture carefully and said, "It's indeed your mother's."

I nodded grimly and put the phone aside. Rita could wait. Now, I had something more important to figure out.

I looked up at him and asked in a serious tone, "Who do you care more about? The child or me?" Charles kissed my lips and answered, "Of course, I care more about you."

"What about the baby?"

"It's my child, so I care about it as well."

"Then..."

I was moved by his response. I wanted to ask him more, but I was afraid that it would annoy him.

"Then what?"

"Then, you'll be loyal to our marriage, won't you?"

"Yes, I will."

I felt warm in my heart. Satisfied with his answer, I nestled in his arms with a sweet smile. Charles held me tighter. Then, he kissed my face, starting with my eyes, to my nose, and lastly to my lips. "Honey, I want you," he said in a low and hoarse voice.

I nodded. I wanted him too. "Be gentle," I asked, caught up in the heat of the moment.

Charles kissed me on the lips and, ever so slowly, took off my pajamas.

His lips lingered on my collarbone for a moment. Then, his gaze fell on my breasts.

"I wonder if you have milk now." He opened his mouth and sucked my nipple amorously.

My body went weak in an instant. I could feel my nipple harden as he licked and nibbled on it.

It felt so good that I could not help but moan in pleasure. It must have stirred Charles's excitement as, without further ado, he finally inserted his erect manhood into me.

Just as he had promised, he moved gently, making me feel hot all over.

It was a quiet night, and only our bodies were making a noise. A moment later, Charles stiffened and gasped while my mind went blank. And together, we climaxed at the same time.

I was so tired afterward that my limbs felt weak and heavy. Gentleman as he was, Charles carried me to the bathroom and helped me take a shower. Once we were clean and dry, we lay on the bed in each other's arms. Exhausted, we fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

The next morning, I told Charles that I wanted to see Rita.

"That belongs to my mother. I want to take it back."

Charles was silent for a long time. I thought he would disagree. But then, he sighed heavily and said, "It's your choice if you'll go. But please, don't be reckless."

I nodded, grateful for his support. Suddenly, the training program came to my mind. I figured that this was the best time to discuss it with him. "I want to continue my training. As you can see, my baby bump isn't really that visible yet, and I can still move like before."

Charles frowned in disapproval. "You can train after you give birth. I'm worried about you being

alone abroad."

However, I still did not give up. With my lips curled into a pout, I argued, "I'll come back every weekend. The training will be over in a few months anyway."

"You're pregnant. You can't go back and forth every week."

My heart sank. Did he not want to see me?

All of a sudden, Charles smiled and added, "I'll fly there to keep you company."

I looked at him with a grateful smile. The unhappiness in my heart dissipated in an instant.

After breakfast, Charles drove me to the TV station just like he always did.

Before getting out of the car, I gave him a peck on the cheek.

However, Charles seemed a little dissatisfied. He leaned over to me and said, "You are doing it wrong. Let me show you how to do this." Without waiting for my response, he held up my face and kissed me passionately. The kiss was light, but it lasted for a moment.

I gently pushed him and complained, "You ate up my lipstick!"

Charles chuckled. "Well, you're mine. Why should I still care about your lipstick?"

It was only then that I got out of the car. Just as I was about to enter the building of the TV station, I felt that someone was following me. I turned around instinctively, but nobody was there.

Fortunately, Abner came out. As soon as he saw me, he walked over to me and asked, "Did you feel that someone was following you? Your instinct was right. A man about forty years old was indeed following you."

"How do you know?"

"He's been lurking around the TV station in the past two days."

My body tensed up as a foreboding feeling washed over me.

Rita's POV:

When I went to Nate's office, I saw him behind his desk, reading a document.

"Dad," I called.

"What's up?" he replied. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I sat on the sofa in his office and asked, "The stock price of the company plummeted recently. Don't you have any solution to that?"

Nate massaged his forehead with his thumb and index finger. "I have done something, but I'm afraid that it didn't work well as I expect."

At that moment, a man entered the office. He glanced at me for a second and then walked to my father.

"Mr. Lively, Charles has been diligently picking up Scarlett in person recently. Not only that, but she's often with people, so we can't find an opportunity to do it."

Nate's face darkened upon hearing the man's report.

"Are you going to do something to Scarlett again ?" I snorted.

"It's none of your business," Nate coldly replied.

"Dad, what's so good about that bitch anyway? Why do you like her?"

I really could not understand why that woman was popular among men. Even my father was infatuated with her so much.

"Charles will be yours as long as Scarlett is with me," Nate snickered.

"You can sleep with any woman, just not Scarlett!"

"Why?"

"Because she stole my man. How can I accept her as my stepmother? Dad, wake up! There are plenty of fish in the sea. I don't care if you like young girls, but 1 don't like her for you. I fucking hate her!"

I was enraged. Why did Scarlett always come to haunt me?

When I got home that day, I turned on the TV and happened to see the news about Charles's wedding. Apparently, he had bought an island in which his wedding ceremony had been held and named it after Scarlett.

Why was it her again?!

Jealousy and resentment washed over me. I could literally feel anger surging in my veins. In a fit of anger, I threw my glass of water to the floor, and it shattered into a million pieces.

I swore to myself I would make that bitch lose everything tonight.