Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 248

Obnoxious

Scarlett's POV:

Vivian was a kindhearted woman. She and I had a lot in common, and we had a lovely conversation. While we were chatting and drinking wine, we heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Vivian asked loudly.

Afterwards, the door was pushed open.

"Vivian, Harris is waiting for you in the first floor lobby." Having said that, the waitress turned around and left.

I raised an eyebrow, staring at Vivian in confusion. "Who is Harris?"

"It's Emily's lackey," she answered. Vivian let out an exasperated sigh as she stood up. She then straightened her clothes and flashed me a grin. "I'll go meet him."

As I watched her leave, I felt uneasy about this Harris guy. Thus, I followed her out.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw two tall men. They were standing before the railing and peering downstairs.

"What are you doing?" When I got close to them, Charles grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

Just before I could tell him to behave himself in public, I found that Spencer looked upset. He was staring downstairs intently and he wouldn't even glance at us.

Confused, I looked downstairs. There were many people in the hall, but it was still easy to spot Vivian's petite figure among them. A man grabbed her arm, but she rudely shook it off. She was wearing an unfriendly expression and seemed like she was chastising the guy.

It was no wonder that Spencer couldn't take his eyes off her.

"That's Harris, and he works for Emily," I explained.

Upon hearing my remark, Spencer finally averted his gaze from Vivian, looking at me in surprise. "Do you know him?"

Suddenly, Charles tightened his grip on my waist and pressed my back against his chest. I could feel the warmth of his body through my clothes. "Scarlett?" I sensed Charles' vigilance when I heard his voice.

I wasn't sure how to react to that, so I pinched the back of his hand as a warning. "I don't know him, okay? Vivian told me the guy's name before she went downstairs."

Charles loosened his grip on me, rubbing his cheek against mine. It was rare for him to be so clingy.

Until now, Spencer was still frowning.

In silence, we looked downstairs, only to find that Vivian had picked up a glass of beer and poured it over Harris. The latter was practically covered in beer, and the passersby gasped in shock.

Harris glared at Vivian, inching closer towards her. However, the bar staff blocked his path. They immediately stood between Harris and Vivian, and handed the man a towel respectfully.

A moment later, one of the waiters escorted Harris to the door. Not long after, Vivian turned around and left, disappearing from my sight.

Spencer locked his eyes on the stairway. After a few seconds, Vivian came upstairs.

He walked up to her and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No." Vivian shook her head.

"Don't do something stupid like that again," he said.

"Why? What's up?" she asked.

"Vivian, if I'm not with you and nobody's protecting you, it's only a matter of time until you suffer the consequences."

Upon hearing Spencer say that, Vivian glared at him. "It's none of your business. The worst that could happen to me is that I'll get killed."

The moment Spencer looked into her eyes, his daunting aura disappeared without a trace. "But, I..."

"What? You feel sorry for me, is that it?" Vivian walked up to Spencer. Her plump chest was almost pressing against him, but he kept on backing away.

Charles and I exchanged glances in silence.

"I don't care about you at all!" Right after saying that, Spencer fled into a nearby private room. Vivian stood in place, resting her hands on her hips and staring at him.

"Scarlett, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be friends with Vivian," Charles whispered in my

ear.

I glanced at him, shaking my head with disappointment. "I'm not a child anymore, Charles. I know how to choose my friends. Besides, Vivian is capable, and she's true to herself. She can do so many things that I want to do but I'm too scared to do. I really admire her," I remarked.

Charles sighed. "Fine. Have it your way."

I scoffed at him, and turned around. Then, I noticed that Vivian was approaching me.

After a while, the car pulled over.

I got off the car with Scarlett, and went inside the house.

"I'll run a bath for you," I told her. Then, I put her on the bed, planted a kiss on her forehead, and went to the bathroom.

There, I filled the bathtub with hot water. After turning off the faucet, I heard Scarlett's voice from outside.

I opened the door and went out. When I saw what she was doing, I wasn't sure how to react.

Scarlett was pacing back and forth in the room as if she were looking for something. She shouted, "Hubby! Where on earth is my dear husband? Honey?"

"I'm here." I walked to her side with a smile on my face and embraced her. "Are you looking for me, my love?"

Scarlett looked at me carefully, as though she was making sure it was really me.

It was hard to resist the urge to laugh at her reaction.

"Don't laugh!" She pointed at me, visibly displeased, then leaned back to look at my face carefullyagain. "You... you're really my husband," she said.

"Say that again," I replied.

With affection in her eyes, Scarlett said without hesitation, "You're my husband!"

It was then that I kissed her wildly. Now that she was drunk, she was more straightforward and passionate than when she was sober.

Perhaps the alcohol had affected Scarlett's reasoning at this point. She kissed me back passionately. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and her body clung to mine.

The last bits of my rationality forced me to stop the kiss. "No, Scarlett," I told her.

Like a spoiled brat, Scarlett complained, "Charles, don't you want to kiss me? Don't you want to have sex?"

"Of course, I do!" I picked her up and brought her into the bathroom. "But right now, you need to take a bath and get some sleep."

Scarlett nibbled on my neck and slipped into my arms powerlessly. It seemed that she was really hammered.

As I stared at the filled up bathtub, I let out a sigh. Scarlett was the one who was drunk, but I was the one suffering the consequences.