Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 188 A Cruel Woman

Scarlett's POV:

James waved his hands happily as we both played with his toy. His sweet laughter was like music to my ears, and it brought happiness to my heart.

While we were having fun, my phone rang. It was from Spencer.

As soon as I answered the call, I heard him speak. "Scarlett, Charles is drunk. I've already asked someone to send him home. Is he there yet?"

Before Spencer could finish his sentence, the door of the nursery was opened. The following moment, Charles walked in, staggering to the side.

Instinctively, I helped him out. When I came to my senses, I found myself in his arms, and the putrid odor of alcohol filled my nose.

"Why did you drink so much?" I rebuked him, showing my displeasure.

Charles shook his head and embraced me tightly. "Weren't you the one who asked me to be there? And besides, I only drank three glasses of wine. Spencer and David were the ones who urged me to drink more after that."

I shoved him, causing him to stagger on the bed beside the crib.

I quickly walked towards him to pull him up.

"Get up, go back to your own room and get some sleep. You reek of alcohol, Charles. You're going to make James uncomfortable."

Upon hearing my remark, Charles immediately rolled to the other side of the bed and distanced himself from James.

Since I was still grabbing his sleeve, I was pulled over as he rolled. Fortunately, I managed to prevent myself from falling on top of him by using my hands as support.

"Scarlett." Charles stared into my eyes, cupping my cheeks. The warmth of his hand startled me, and I quickly sprang to my feet, ready to leave.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"I heard some noise. What happened here?" Alice opened the door and entered the room. Upon seeing Charles, she frowned. "Oh, my God! Charles, what happened to you? You reek of alcohol! How could you go to James' room after drinking? What were you thinking?"

"Because Scarlett is here," Charles murmured.

His words flustered me and I felt like my ears were burning.

"You know what? Forget it." Alice strode in and picked up James from his crib. "You made James ' room stink of alcohol. It won't be good for the baby to stay here any longer, so I'm going to take him out for some air."

"Thanks, Mom." I felt bad about what happened, and decided to follow Alice out.

However, Alice stopped me at the door and smiled. "Look, Scarlett, Charles is obviously drunk. Could you be a doll and look after him tonight?"

I was taken by surprise because of her request, but she had already closed the doors before I could react.

Thus, I had no choice but to turn around and focus on Charles.

The bed in the nursery wasn't big enough for a grown man like him. He was exceptionally tall, so he had to curl into a ball. I could tell that he was uncomfortable based on the frown on his face.

"Charles, don't sleep there. Come on. Get up." I tried to nudge him awake, but he didn't respond.

Left with no other choice, I straddled his arm over my shoulder to try and help him up.

But even after attempting to get him up for a long time, I couldn't even move him. Trying to lift him up accomplished nothing, and it only left me exhausted.

"Charles!" I shouted.

Charles opened his eyes just enough to look at me. The way he was looking at me right now was so attractive.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

His embrace was so tight that I couldn't get rid of him. Thus, I had to say, "James peed on the bed earlier, and it still hasn't been cleaned up!"

Right after I finished my sentence, Charles bolted away from the bed with me still in his arms.

His reaction was so funny that I ended up laughing.

Charles squinted at me and grunted, "Are you kidding me?"

"Were you just pretending to be drunk?" I glared back at him, showing no sign of fear. It would be impossible for him to react that fast if he were drunk.

Charles scoffed, staring at me in silence.

I felt uneasy because of his gaze, and my eyes wandered around the room. It wasn't until I saw myself in the mirror that I realized that Charles was still holding me. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Upon seeing it, I struggled to free myself.

"Anyway, go back to your room, Charles! The bed in here is small. It won't be comfortable for you to sleep here." I turned my back to him, and began to tidy James' quilt to hide my embarrassment.

"Are you really worried about me or are you just fulfilling my mother's request?" I could sense that Charles' lips was getting closer and closer to my neck, and he hugged me from behind.

As I held onto the quilt, my mind was left in shambles.

Truthfully, I had already noticed it, but I was confused why I didn't dodge him.

"Scarlett?" The sound of Charles' voice brought me back to reality.

I moved away from his arms and pushed him to the door. "Are you going to leave or not? Don't you think you've filled James' room with the smell of alcohol enough?"

While I was pushing Charles to the door, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me.

"Get the hell out!" I shouted, glaring at him.

But to my surprise, he just smiled at me. "Good night, Scarlett."

My face felt a little hot. I forced myself to look at him calmly, and to my surprise, my voice was softer than usual. "Good night."

After smiling at me one last time, Charles left.

With that, I closed the door and touched my face.

What is the matter with me? I've seen Charles' face for years on end. Why am I blushing right now?'

All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door. I was so startled that I almost jumped up.

"Who is it?"

"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?" asked Charles. "I'll make breakfast for you."

Upon hearing that, my eyes welled up with tears. What woman could resist such affection from a man?

"You are so bad," I murmured to myself.

Charles' POV:

I got up early, drove the cook out of the kitchen, and personally made breakfast for Scarlett.

Meanwhile, my mother was standing outside the kitchen and teasing me. "My, my... are my eyes deceivingme? Is my son really cookingrightnow?" "Are you going to make breakfast for all of us?" My father chimed in.

"You wish! Can't you see that these are all Scarlett's favorite food?" My mother said as she pulled my father away.

Throughout the entire process of preparing a hearty breakfast, I was silent.

Later on, the rest of the family sat down at the dining table one after the other, but Scarlett didn't show up.

Upon tasting my cooking, my mother seemed impressed. "Wow, Charles! This is heavenly. I must say, you're really talented in everything."

"I must've inherited your cooking talents, Mom," I answered absentmindedly. Based on her reaction, she was amused by my answer.

Grandma glanced at me and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

"Because I'm waiting for Scarlett to arrive," I said. "You should stop waiting," my father said. Based on the look on his face, he seemed to have bad news for me. "Scarlett already left. She's not going to show up no matter how long you wait, boy."

Right after he finished his sentence, the atmosphere became tense, and the dining room fell silent.

Panic coursed through my veins, and I felt like I was being suffocated.

'Does Scarlett not love me anymore?' I wondered.

This time, I was no longer in the mood to have breakfast.

Suddenly, I felt someone tugging on my hair.

I looked up and saw that my mother was standing next to me with James in her arms. James was smiling at me, and grasping the strands of my hair.

"James," I muttered. My eyes softened and I smiled back at him.

"Come on, hug your son, Charles." My mother handed James to me without demur.

The boy pulled my tie and pinched my cheeks as he nestled in my arms.

After breakfast, I took James back to his room. But the second I put him in his crib, he began to cry. In a moment of panic, I picked him up and tried to cradle him in my arms to appease him.

For the next few minutes, James cried whenever I put him down. My mother noticed that something was wrong. "I think James doesn't want you to leave. He's so adorable, isn't he?"

As I held the baby in my arms and looked into his big, innocent eyes, my heart softened. I asked a servant to prepare the things that James needed, for I was planning to take James to work.

Along the way, I called Janet. "Where are you right now?" I asked.

"We just arrived at the TV station," she replied in a hushed voice.

"Didn't you go out this early morning?" I asked.

After a moment of hesitation, Janet responded, "Yes, but Mrs. Moore took us out for breakfast before going to work."

Annoyed by what I heard, I decided to hang up on her.

James was mumbling something that I couldn't understand. I held his tiny hand and said, "Gosh, you mother can be really cruel sometimes."