Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 102

Scarlett's POV:

As soon as I walked out of the door, Charles grabbed my wrist. He peremptorily opened my palm, placed his hand over mine, and walked forward entwining his fingers with mine.

"What are you doing?" I tried to shake off his hand, but couldn't.

"I am just holding your hand. Can't you see? You should tightly hold your husband's hand from now on, just like this." Saying that, Charles shook our hands slightly.

I looked at him speechlessly. There were strange feelings in my heart, but since I could not get rid of him, I could only let him do what he wanted.

He took me to the private garage, where many limited-edition luxury cars were parked.

I watched him get on the driver's seat. I couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Didn't you ask the driver to take us?"

"I will drive you to work. Get in the car," Charles urged.

I got into the car slowly but I was still a little doubtful. "Can you even drive?"

I knew that he was good at driving, but I was a little worried about the injury on his arm.

"I'll prove it to you with actions and not words." Charles turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the garage.

"If you feel any pain or discomfort in your arm, then you must tell me. Don't force yourself." Worried, I kept looking at his injured arm. Charles was racing the car so fast that I gripped the seatbelt, feeling like I was really risking my life for him.

"What? If it was really that dangerous to ride with me, then you wouldn't be here, would you?" Charles retorted, glancing at me.

"Eyes on the road!" I shouted nervously. My heart rose up to my throat when I noticed him looking at me while he was trying to overtake another vehicle on the road.

"You haven't answered my question yet," he said, slowing down the car a bit.

"Of course, I will." I pouted and continued, "After all, it's not easy to get a taxi around here."

"Well, you can shut up now." My words darkened his expression all of a sudden.

He drove me to the TV station, but he was quiet along the way. I curled my lips, thinking of how narrow-minded he was.

I unfastened the seat belt and cleared my throat before I said, "Be careful on the way."

With a long face, Charles threw a thin suit jacket at me, and said, "Put this on."

"Why?" I asked in a low voice. His behavior was really confusing. Men were indeed more unpredictable than women. Often times, I found Charles to be like an incomprehensible math problem that could make me scratch my head.

"You are not allowed to wear such strapless dresses to work anymore," Charles said, sulking. When he saw that I was not taking the jacket, he helped me put it on.

"Is that why you were so unhappy this morning?" I guessed boldly. But my heart was racing.

Charles snorted, "It's good that you are able to realize your mistake. I won't blame you this time, but from now on, you're only allowed to wear such dresses in front of me."

I tried my best to restrain my smile as I looked at him with a calm expression. "Well, that's not your call."

"Try me, then," Charles threatened, looking at me.

I knew that he could do anything he wanted, so I didn't contradict him. "Ask your lawyer to handle the case as soon as possible," I reminded him in a low voice.

With that, I got off the car. I was gradually becoming better at handling him.

"Are you really in such a hurry to divorce me?"

Charles' eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at me.

"Drive carefully." Without answering his question, I waved goodbye to him with a big smile.

He seemed to be so furious, because he drove off without even saying goodbye to me.

Once he was gone, I heaved a sigh of relief. How could I not be in a hurry to divorce? I was afraid that my heart would soften again soon if things continued to be the same way. I found myself gradually relying on him. In fact, I did not even want to leave him.

After I finished hosting the TV show that morning, I received flowers from Charles again. The card on it read, "It's not that easy to divorce me."

The vigorous handwriting on it was as domineering as his voice.

While I was staring at the card, a hand reached out and grabbed the card from me. The woman read out the words on the card loudly.

There seemed to be a hint of tease in her clear voice as she said, "I didn't expect Charles to be so loyal to you."

I helplessly looked at the woman, who had delicate makeup on. "Nina, this is not loyalty. He's just not reconciled about losing me."

Nina put down the card and winked at me. "Scarlett, you are lying to yourself! And honestly, I think that you already know of the feelings in his heart. You're just afraid of facing the facts." "Why would I be afraid?" I smoothed my hair awkwardly.

"I don't believe that's the case." I sighed and explained, "Although Charles said he just wants to repay her, his previous actions prove that his motives are not just repaying his debt to her."

"I understand, dear." Nina seemed to be enlightened all of a sudden.

"What?" Amused by her reaction, I turned to her. "You two need to sit down and have an open talk," she concluded.

"Maybe." Thinking about what she said, I realized that she was right. Charles and I had not talked peacefully because of Rita's existence. We would often give each other silent treatment or quarrel most of the time. However, the situation had gotten much better lately. Charles would kiss me as soon as he heard something that made him unhappy, completely ignoring my feelings, though.

"Why are you blushing now?" Nina interrupted my thoughts.

"It's nothing. You go on, please," I said with a wry smile as I pushed her jokingly. I couldn't let Nina know what I was thinking, or she would certainly ask me to describe how I felt when Charles kissed me.

"Let me tell you something." Nina leaned closer with a mysterious look in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked in a daze.

"Spencer said that Charles is still a virgin." Nina's voice was barely a whisper as she said those words to me with a sly smile.

My cheeks were flushed and I stammered, "R... Really?"

"You don't believe me? Well, you can ask Charles to prove it to you when you get the chance." Nina's words were gettingincreasingly ridiculous.

How could such a thing be proved? I quickly covered her mouth and said, "Stop it, Nina!"

"Why are you so shy about it? Charles is such a good man. You're the one at loss for not sleeping with him. Anyway, you should find an opportunity to sleep with him before the divorce, or it would be a pity!" Nina said casually, pulling off my hand from her mouth.

She kept encouraging me.

Just then, Abner knocked on the door. When he saw Nina and I giggling and talking so secretively, he asked, raising his eyebrows, "What are you two talking about? And why are you so happy?"

"Nothing." I stopped smiling, straightened my clothes, and pretended like nothing happened.

"We were just talking about..." Nina looked at me with a snicker.

"We are just talking about work." I interrupted her, glared at her, and reminded her not to say such things. I then turned to Abner and asked, "What's up?"

"The special guest for the interview later is Spencer Patel, and he said he would like to reveal something about Charles' marriage," Abner said to me seriously.