Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 243 Good Night, Hubby_____

Spencer's POV:

I sat on the edge of the bed and held Vivian's hand. I could not help but admire her quiet sleeping face. She looked so beautiful.

But when I touched her, she frowned slightly and tightened her grip on my hand. It appeared that her sleep was not as deep as it seemed.

"Vivian," I called her name worriedly.

Her eyes fluttered open when she heard my voice. She looked at me with sleepy eyes. But then, she turned over and continued to sleep.

I could not help but sigh. When it came to her, I always end up feeling so helpless. "What a careless girl you are!"

Vivian suddenly sat up. My words seemed to have startled her. Her gaze then fell on our intertwined hands, and panic flashed across her eyes. Slowly, her eyes trailed from our hands to my face.

For a moment, the air seemed to be frozen.

It was me who first regained composure. I let go of her hand and said comfortingly, "Vivian, you're safe now. You're in my bar."

Vivian withdrew her hand and hugged herself. I must admit, her action brought a pang in my heart.

All of a sudden, her phone rang, breaking the awkward silence between us.

I handed her phone to her and asked, "Do you want to answer the call?"

Vivian just looked at me. Then, without a word, she slowly reached out and took her phone.

She answered the call in a hoarse voice.

While she was on the phone, I draped a coat over her shoulders. Then, I sat next to her and waited for her.

The call ended shortly after. She put her phone down and wrapped herself tightly with the coat. "Vivian, what happened today?" In the end, I could not stop myself from asking the question that had been bothering me for the longest time. But instead of answering my question, Vivian lowered her head and asked back, "Why did you do that to Ethan?"

"Because he was hurting you!" I bellowed without thinking. I could not control my emotions when I recalled what Ethan had done to her. "Do you seriously think I wouldn't do anything after seeing him hurt you? What I did to him wasn't enough. How I wish I could beat him to death!"

Vivian seemed to be frightened by my reaction that she looked at me with wide eyes full of panic.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Vivian, why did you get in Justin's car? You knew he'd take you to the Johnsons. Why did you still go with him?"

Vivian averted her gaze and replied perfunctorily, "Thank you for saving me."

I looked at her in confusion as she deliberately-avoided my question.

Did she not know that Emily was up to no good?

"Vivian, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Vivian hugged her knees and answered, "None."

I stared at her in bewilderment. Truth be told, I had a lot of things to say to her. However, they all turned into a helpless sigh. "Get some rest."

It was apparent that Vivian had no plans of telling me the truth. That could only mean one thing: She did not trust me.

Without waiting for her response, I turned around and left without looking back.

Scarlett's POV:

James only fell asleep at about midnight. And when I returned to my room, Charles was still doing work.

A few moments later, he stood up, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. "I just finished my work. Let's sleep together."

Alarmed, I immediately reminded him, "Wait! I have—"

"I didn't forget that. I just want to sleep on the same bed as you. That's all," Charles grumbled.

I was happy deep inside. Just as I lay down on the bed, my phone beeped.

I fumbled for my phone and saw that Vivian had messaged me. "Scarlett, can you come to the bar tomorrow night? I have a gift for you," the message read.

"Who is it?" Charles asked in a low and hoarse voice. His warm breath tickled my ear and sent a shiver down my spine.

I thrust the phone in his hand and pushed him away. "See for yourself."

After reading the message, Charles threw my phone aside and wrapped his arms around my waist. "What kind of gift will she give you? Why did you have to go to the bar?"

I spread out my hands. "I have no idea. Vivian is an andrologist, so maybe—"

Charles moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Maybe you're conspiring with her to murder your husband." As soon as he said these words, he licked and bit my earlobe.

I could not stand it anymore. I turned my head and covered his mouth. "Behave yourself, and I won't do anything to you."

With my hand on his mouth, Charles looked at me sharply. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

I could not help but chuckle. The look on his face was priceless. With a smirk, I slowly stroked his eyes and eyebrows and raised his chin coquettishly. I was seducing him, more like provoking him, for the fun of it. "Be good, Charles."

In a blink of an eye, he grabbed my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. "I can't help but notice that you like to provoke me when you have your period," he said through gritting teeth.

I chuckled and said with a hint of sarcasm. "How did you know that? You're so smart!"

Charles always made me exhausted in bed and only let me rest when I was on my period. So during those days, I would vent my anger on him and torture him. How could I not seize such an opportunity to make fun of him?

Suddenly, he let out a snort, and my hair stood on end. Uh oh. For some reason, I could feel that I was wrong on something.

"Scarlett, do you honestly think that I can't do anything to you?" Charles asked with malice. I struggled to get out of his arms but to no avail. His arms were like steel. He did not even budge even when I was using all my strength to get away from him.

At this moment, Charles placed his hands on my waist and tickled me.

"AH! NO! LET ME GO! STOP!" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs.

I wriggled like a worm as he tickled me. Ironically, the more I tried to get away from him, the deeper I sank into his arms. There was no escape.

I stopped trying to break free and instead shouted for mercy. "Charles, stop! Please stop!"

But Charles remained unmoved and just continued tickling me.

I laughed and cried, flailing and twisting like crazy. "Fine! I was just kidding! Hubby! HUBBY!"

When I said those words, Charles stopped, and the room quieted down in an instant.

He looked at me incredulously. With his eyebrows furrowed, he gently held my chin up with his thumb and index fingers and stroked my lips. "What did you just call me?"

Only then did I realize that my body was hot, almost as if I was burning with fever.

Oh my God! How I wish I could hide in a hole right now. How could I say that word out loud? I kept my mouth shut and did not respond.

Charles moved closer to me and put his forehead against mine. "Scarlett, call me that again."

I could see clearly the elation and longing in his eyes.

His eyes were bewitching. When we looked into each other's eyes, I felt like an electric current was flowing throughout my body. I felt so weak in my knees. And yet, my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

But then, I closed my eyes and stubbornly refused him. "No!"

Charles did not say anything more and kissed me.

I opened my eyes in surprise. Charles's eyes were closed, and his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly. I let myself get immersed in his tenderness. As we kissed, I could feel his tongue force its way into my mouth. His lust and longing were obvious in his every move, forcing me to succumb to his needs.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise by a notch as our bodies rubbed against each other. A few moments later, he finally let go of my lips, though his lips were still touching mine. "Do you want it?"

I glared at him to show my refusal. But, it did not prove much as my legs were intertwined with his.

"No way." Charles laughed maniacally. With a mischievous grin, he bit my lips and added, "Call me hubby again, or else I'll make you crave for more and leave you hanging."

I was flabbergasted, but I had no choice but to do as he said. I rolled my eyes at him and mumbled, "Hubby."

"I'm here." Charles was smiling from ear to ear. Obviously, he enjoyed being called that.

I drew a deep breath in annoyance. "I'm tired," I complained.

"Go to sleep, honey. Good night." He lay down with me in his arms and kissed me on the cheek. But instead of closing his eyes to sleep, he looked at me expectantly.

I knew very well what he was waiting for me to do. However, I was afraid of his cruel tactics. So, although reluctant, I said what he wanted to hear. "Good night, hubby."