Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 302

Scarlett's POV:

At night, in my room, I soaked my feet in warm water, which helped ease the discomfort. I groaned as relief washed over me.

During the past year, the injury on my ankle seemed to have gotten much better, but it still had a way to go to full recovery. The pain still tortured me from time to time.

After a few moments, Tracy walked into the room.

"I've done what you said, Scarlett."

I looked up at her. Her eyes seemed to be swollen, and her face was full of grievance. Had she been crying?

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Tracy."

"Scarlett, is it really impossible for you and Mr. Moore to get back together?"

I whipped my head toward her after hearing the question. After a long silence, I said with a bitter smile, "I'm with William now, and I'd never see two men at the same time."

"But..."

"No buts. Look, Tracy. If you're not happy here, you can go back and stay with Janet."

I meant to set Tracy free, but hearing my words, she started crying.

"Are you driving me away?"

"No, Tracy. Not at all. That's not what I meant." I looked her in the eye and added, "You separated from Janet because of me, and I don't want you to be miserable because of me. I'm offering you your freedom."

"I don't want my freedom. I want to stay by your side."

Tracy wiped her tears away and shook her head hard.

She and I had been keeping each other company for the past year. She was there when I lost James and had been patient with me in my bad days when grief took over. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to survive the worst ordeal of my life.

I was about to say something when my phone rang. It was William.

"Hello, William."

"Hi, Scarlett. I have an appointment tonight, and I may have to stay out late. Don't wait up for me, okay?"

"All right then. Take care. I'll see you when you get home."

William's POV:

After hanging up with Scarlett, I came to Paradise Hotel.

I headed to the private room to meet someone, and when I got there, Alice was already sitting there, looking like she had been waiting for a long time.

We hadn't even spoken, and I already knew our meeting wasn't going to end well.

"Hello, Mrs. Moore. I'm sorry I'm late."

"Please have a seat, William."

I pulled out a chair and sat down leisurely. I knew Alice was up to no good, so I decided to strike first.

"As I suppose you already know, Scarlett and I are living together now and recently became parents to twins. I hope you can persuade your son to divorce Scarlett as soon as possible. It'll be good for everyone."

Alice jumped up from her seat and pounded a fist on the table.

"No way! Scarlett will never have a baby with you! You must be lying!"

"That may be true in the past, Mrs. Moore, but she has lost her memory," I reminded her with a smile.

Alice sneered.

"What? Do you think I'm a fool? Am I so gullible in your eyes?"

Alice's anger was within my expectation, and I had prepared for it.

I slowly picked up the glass of water in front of me and took a sip. "Have you ever thought about it from another perspective? Regardless of Scarlett's capacity to remember, the death of her firstborn child will still hang over her and Charles like a looming storm. They can try to get back together, but it will never be the same. James's loss has broken them both."

"My son's and Scarlett's fate after my grandson's demise isn't yours to decide. I suspect that you're so desperate to hold on to Scarlett that you're limiting her personal freedom. Hand her over, or I will involve the police and destroy you."

I shrugged. I could tell that she was just bluffing. "Involve the police? That would be a mistake, Mrs. Moore. You see, it was Scarlett who asked me to take her away, and at that time, your son Charles acquiesced in it. If you don't believe me, you can ask Charles for confirmation."

She was wearing a beige nightgown and a matching satin robe. She had on a pair of reading glasses. She was going over some documents under the light of the desk lamp.

The warm yellow light cast a shadow on Scarlett's beautiful face. Looking at her, I thought she was like an angel that fell into the mortal world, so pure and beautiful. My heart broke into a sprint.

"Scarlett," I called to her gently.

"Oh. You're back. Welcome home. I've asked the cook to prepare some hot soup for you. It's in the kitchen."

"I'm not in the mood for soup right now."

Scarlett looked up at me. I smiled at her and walked slowly to her.

"It's so late. Why aren't you in bed?"

"I haven't finished reading these documents."

I stood behind Scarlett, put my hands on her shoulder, and gently massaged her. "You should go to bed early. Didn't you say before that you should take care of yourself for the sake of the children?"

I bent down and tried to get closer to her, but Scarlett suddenly stood up. She avoided my touch.

"Okay, I'll go back to my room now. You should also go to bed and get some rest."

I rested my hands on the back of the chair Scarlett just vacated and smiled bitterly.

"Good night, Scarlett."

"Good night."

Scarlett quickly tidied up the papers she was reading and turned off the computer. Then, she left without looking back.

Watching Scarlett's receding figure, I clenched my hands. Many complex feelings surged into my heart and then forced a sigh out of my throat.

I turned around and looked out the window. The moon was high in the night sky and looking exceptionally bright.

The moon was so beautiful tonight. Why couldn't Scarlett stay with me even just for a moment?