Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 237 Beating

Charles's POV:

After that, I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed as I watched Scarlett lying on the bed motionlessly. She seemed tired and sleepy. It was amusing to see her this way. I reached out and stroked her hair fondly.

"Charles, let's take a shower first before going back to Moore mansion to see James," she said weakly, her exhaustion apparent.

My hand, which was caressing her hair, froze for a moment. I grew slightly jealous. Even at this moment, all she thought about was her son. Didn't I work hard enough just now?

"It's already so late. James has probably fallen asleep. Let's go there tomorrow." I bent over and kissed her forehead gently.

"But it's not even nine o'clock yet. I miss him. And you promised me we'd go there just now," she grumbled, flashing me a disgruntled stare. Her face was still quite red.

"I regret saying that." Her incessant complaints were souring my mood, so I kissed her lips to put a stop to her resistance.

Our affectionate kiss lasted for quite a while.

Scarlett's hot breath blew in my face. She opened her eyes and tried to get rid of me, but I was fascinated by the tenderness in them.

I let go of her and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Scarlett, how about we make love again?"

"No way."

"I promise it'll be the last time today!"

She was silent, but didn't disagree.

Once we drowned into the vortex of lust, we would never be able to escape.

*******

Since the delightful night, I was on cloud nine. My good mood lasted for several days. Even when I was dealing with mind-numbing documents, Scarlett's lovely face from that night would pop in my mind and cheer me up.

I handed the signed document to Amy. Looking at her, I saw that she was staring at me strangely.

"Ask whatever you want to ask."

"Mr. Moore... is Mrs. Moore pregnant again?"

"Why do you say so?" Her question wiped the smile out of my face.

"You seem to be in a very good mood these days, so I wondered if there are any good news in your family."

"...You may leave."

"Yes, sir." Amy scurried out of my office with the document in hand.

After she was gone, I was lost in my thoughts. To be honest, I didn't want Scarlett to have a second child so soon. For that reason, I had been using contraceptives.

James's existence alone was enough to make me jealous. I didn't dare to imagine what would happen if we had one more child. The consequences would be unimaginable!

My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang. I shook my silly thoughts away and answered it quickly.

Spencer was calling me.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you busy, Charles? Do you want to have lunch together?"

"Okay." After all, I had refused Spencer's invitations far too many times. If I refused again now, I feared he would be so infuriated to the point he broke off our friendship.

At noon, I made my way to our appointed meeting place, Mint Bar.

Entering the exclusive private room Spencer booked, I was greeted with the sight of a smoke -filled room. Spencer and David were sitting on the sofa leisurely, smoking. The ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts by the time I arrived.

Walking in, I saw that both of them looked distressed, reminiscent of two abandoned and resentful wives.

"Put out the cigarette." I frowned, annoyed.

"You're getting along well with your wife. How can you understand our pain?" Spencer put out the cigarette as told, and cast me a resentful glare.

It was quite funny how these two resembled dogs soaked wet in the rain, pitiful and miserable.

I raised my eyebrows, curious. "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to say, I'll go away right now."

"Are you seriously our friend? We finally got you to come so that you can listen to our complaints.

How could you leave before we say anything?" David put out the cigarette as well, and then swiped a kick at me rudely. His brows were furrowed in distaste.

"What happened? Come on, tell me." I sat down, loosening my tie.

"It's Vivian. She bullies me every day!" Spencer complained, the first to speak.

"She bullies you? You seem to enjoy it very much, though. What about you, David?"

"Icey's going way too far!" She moved to my apartment with the excuse that she's my fiancee, and she's always wandering about in sexy nightgowns right before my eyes. She's doing it on purpose!" David followed his complaint with a grieving sigh, as if he was blowing out his own soul.

"So... you were raped by her?"

"What? No!" David hurriedly denied, flabbergasted.

"I heard Icey could get any man she wants," I teased him with a snicker, grinning wickedly.

"So, I should feel lucky?" David smiled awkwardly.

"Well, you won't lose anything!" Spencer chimed in leisurely.

"Let's have some food, and then play tennis. My treat," I said to them, swiftly ending the topic. Then, I rose from my seat and urged them to leave the room with me.

As soon as we exited the bar, we were suddenly stopped by a group of middle-aged women.

The disgusting stink of inferior perfume wafted to my nose, and my brows furrowed. Upon closer inspection, these women were surrounding a lone woman. One of them even pressed the woman to the ground, pulled her hair, punched, and kicked her without remorse.

All the while, the woman kept screaming in pain.

Before I could see who it was, Spencer, who was beside me, blurted out in surprise, "Rita?"

Rita let out a faint cry, "Help me!"

However, the women around her didn't stop beating her. She covered her face and shook her head as she tried to dodge. Tears kept falling down her face. "Stop it! Stop! It hurts..."

But I simply watched as Rita took the beatings, not bothered to stand up for her. Spencer, however, took two steps forward, wanting to help her. I quickly stopped him. I cast a brief glance at him, indicating him not to act rashly.

"You shameless bitch! How dare you seduce my man? I'll beat you to death!"

"I should've taught you a good lesson long ago. You're just a shameless tramp! You seduce men everywhere you go, you slut!"

"She sleeps with any man for money! Let's just beat her till she drops dead!"

The infuriated women cursed loudly as they beat Rita together, pulling absolutely no punches.

After being cursed and beaten thoroughly, a heavily injured Rita lay on the ground like a dead fish. There were tears all over her face, and she was trembling all over. She stammered pitifully, "Don't... Don't hit me..."

Rita stretched out her hand at me and begged desperately, "Charles, please help me..."

When the women saw this, they stopped and turned around.

Their gazes met my face, and their ferocious expressions faded slightly.

"C-Charles!" Rita called my name again, desperate to get my attention. Then, unable to hold in her pain any longer, she fainted dead on the spot.

"Mr. Moore, this woman must be pretending!"

"Yes, she was very strong just now! She even scratched my hand!"

The women hurried to explain to me, one after another.

Scarlett's POV:

When I walked out of the private room with Diana, my interviewee, I saw a group of people at the door. Unexpectedly, I saw Charles standing amid the crowd.

He was gifted with a natural charisma, as his presence alone eclipsed everything around him.

I was happy to see him, but then I noticed the severe expression on his grim face. Following his line of sight, I saw Rita lying unconscious on the ground. To my shock, her face was covered with blood and tears.

"Spencer, call an ambulance." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

So saying, Charles turned around and looked at me. He had noticed I was there too.

I grabbed Diana's arm and whispered, "There are too many people here. Let's go back to the private room and wait for a while longer."

But as soon as I sat down there, the door of the private room was pushed open.