Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 421

Raina's POV:

"I'll have to think about it. I'll call you back in a few days," I said, checked the time, and stood up in a hurry.

Susan's promise was tempting, but I didn't commit anything to her right away.

I knew better than anyone else that there was no free lunch in this world.

"Very well. I'm living a miserable life now, and I desperately need your help," Susan groaned and wiped her tears.

I ignored her crying while keeping my face expressionless.

"Here's my phone number. Call me when you make up your mind," Susan said seriously.

When I got home, I saw Dad sitting on the sofa with a long face.

"Are you just coming home? It's late. Where have you been?" he asked, his face darkening.

"I went to ask some of my friends to help us deal with the news about the wedding," I lied.

Looking at my father's serious face, I felt a little guilty.

Fortunately, he didn't ask further.

He took out a bunch of papers and handed them to me. Then, he said coldly, "Sign this."

"What's this?" I asked curiously.

"It's a movie contract."

"Why are you suddenly asking me to sign a movie contract?"

"I have raised you for so many years, Raina. Since you've lost your chance to marry Charles Moore, it's time for you to get out there and make your own money," he said flatly.

I felt like I'd just been struck by lightning. I explained hurriedly, "No, I haven't lost my chance to marry Charles. I can still make the wedding happen. I just..."

"Raina, I have given you more than enough time and countless opportunities, and you've exhausted every last ounce of my patience," Dad rudely interrupted me. Then, he added, "You should be thankful I'm still helping you get a job. Sign the contract."

Staring at my father's cold eyes, I gritted my teeth, picked up the pen, and signed the movie contract.

Charles's POV:

After breakfast, I drove James to the kindergarten.

On the way, I asked him, "James, would you like to accompany me somewhere? I will talk to your teacher later so that you'll be excused from your classes."

"Where are we going?" James asked, looking at me curiously.

"To see Mommy," I answered with a smile.

"Really?"

James's eyes lit up and an excited smile brightened up his face.

He agreed without hesitation and looked absolutely thrilled the entire trip.

When I pulled over at the tennis courts, James jumped out of the car.

I quickly stopped him.

"Why are you stopping me, Daddy? I want to see Mommy," James pouted.

"I have something to tell you first."

"What is it?"

James sat back in the seat, his eyes full of inquisitiveness.

"Daddy's hand is injured. I can't play tennis today. Can you act with me later and tell Mommy how badly I'm hurt so that she'll worry about me?" I asked in a low voice.

James thought for a while and then nodded.

"Sure. But I have one condition."

"What is it?"

I shook my head, amused by my little boy's words.

Since when did he learn to bargain with adults?

"From now on, you must take me with you whenever you go see Mommy," James replied firmly.

"Well, that condition should have conditions of my own. You can't come with me all the time. There are some occasions that I can't take you to."

"That's okay. Just take me when you can."

James put on a big smile, gave me a high five, and ran to the tennis courts in a flash.

Watching him race away, I couldn't help smiling.

James was as lively and witty as Scarlett when she was a child.

"Hello, Uncle Spencer and Uncle David," James greeted David and Spencer politely.

"Really, Charles? You're going to pursue your wife using your kid? You're really hell-bent on this, aren't you?" Spencer teased.

"Yes, because if I am not, I won't stand a chance," I backfired.

David patted me on the shoulder to comfort me.

"Where is Mommy, Daddy?" James looked around for Caroline.

"Mommy, Daddy's hand hurts. Can you blow away his pain? Please?" James pleaded, raising my injured hand and showing it to his mother.

I looked at him with appreciation.

It seemed that I had made the right choice to take James here with me today.

He truly was my son.

"Your daddy can take care of his own pain, sweetie," Caroline smiled and stroked James's hair.

"No, I can't."

I got close to Caroline and gave her my injured hand.

"Go to the hospital and see a doctor if your hand hurts. Making me blow on it won't fix it," Caroline snarled, her face darkening and her eyes narrowing.

"So, are you admitting now that you really are my mommy?" James asked with eyes brimming with fear and expectation.

Caroline flashed him a weak smile but didn't answer.

It broke my heart to see the disappointment in James's face.

When Caroline was about to turn around and leave, I frowned in pain.

"I'm really hurt, Caroline. I need help."

Then, my whole body quivered, and I fell toward Caroline.

She instinctively reached out to support me.

"Your hand is injured, yet you still came here to play tennis and even tried to teach your son how to play. Are you trying to get yourself disabled?" Caroline glared at me.

"Do you still care about me?" I asked and leaned on her on purpose.

A faint fragrance wafted from her body, and I greedily sniffed it.

Her scent made me think about all the wonderful memories we shared together, those I could still remember of course—the sweet hugs, the soft kisses, and all the times we made love.

In my mind, she didn't look icy and distant like this.

Remembering that the warm, loving woman I once had was no longer the one that was in front of me now, I felt my chest constrict.

"Mommy, don't blame Daddy. It's my fault. I wanted to learn how to play tennis, so I pestered him to teach me," James explained.

Caroline pushed me away and told James, It's not weekend. You're supposed to be in school. Why are you here now? Is it just a coincidence?

James and I looked at each other and were rendered speechless.

Caroline flashed me an accusatory stare, and all I could do was look away and try to bite down my guilt.