Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 31 You Are Priceless

Scarlett's POV:

When Charles asked me how much he was worth to me, he was standing really close, and I could feel his warm breath on my ear. It was incredibly ambiguous.

I looked down at my toes, and whispered, "You are priceless."

Since he got the answer he wanted, he chuckled in my ear.

"But that was in the past," I added, looking into his eyes.

His smile froze as he turned around and forced me to face him.

"And now?"

His grip was so tight that his fingers were digging into my flesh.

I frowned. It was too windy and I couldn't open my eyes. However, my mind was particularly clear as I said the following words.

"You are not worth a cent."

Charles' expression darkened as he finally eased his grip on my arm.

"I want to be the priceless one. Now, and forever!" "Charles, do you even hear yourself? Don't you think it's ridiculous for a man who is about to divorce his wife to want her to consider him as a priceless treasure?" Shocked, I looked at him in disbelief, but deep down, I was also laughing at the absurd idea.

How could he be so greedy?

'He already has a lover, and yet he wants to be important to me?'

"I am not drunk, if that's what you're thinking. I know exactly what I'm talking about," he retorted with a serious look in his eyes.

"If you are sober, then why do you keep shuttling between two women? You are going to marry your sweetheart, and yet, you can't seem to cut off ties with me, either... Hmm..."

I was furious, but before I could finish my words, my lips were sealed with his as he kissed me forcibly.

Stunned, I did not know how to react, and when I saw a man passing by, I came to my senses and pushed him away. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"What the hell do you want from me, Charles? You asked me to come back to get a divorce, but you're also dragging me along and flirting with me. Are you still the same Charles Moore?"

"It is me! What? Don't act like this is the first day you know me!" Charles' eyes were still filled with passion, but he seemed to be enraged because I had pushed him away.

"You're crazy!" I was so angry that I could not even bring myself to fight with him. I turned around and was about to leave, but then...

"Yes! I'm crazy!" Charles took a step forward and grabbed my hand.

"What are you doing, Charles?" I glared at him, unable to break free.

Without answering me, he pulled me towards his car with great strength. He was obviously livid.

But so was I. I grabbed the car door with my hand, refusing to get in.

"Give me a reason to get in the car," I demanded.

"I left my jacket at your place. I'll drive you home and take my jacket from there. Is that good enough?" Charles was trying his best to restrain his emotions.

"It's just a jacket. You don't need to wear that particular one."

"It's my favorite jacket."

As far as I knew, Charles rarely ever wore the same clothes again, so his reason did not seem believable to me.

I stood next to the car door with no intention of getting in.

"I won't come in. You can get it and give it to me." Charles looked at me helplessly before he finally decided to compromise.

I looked at the cars passing by not far away and all the people around us. I felt that it was not good for us to keep standing there like that, so I agreed to his request and called Nina to apologize to her.

"You can't go back on your word." I was still a little worried.

"Sure," Charles answered readily.

After getting in the car, he leaned against the seat, but his eyes were fixed on me. He looked like a child that was so happy after getting a toy by throwing a tantrum.

I turned to look out of the window, ignoring him.

Soon we arrived at the community. Charles got off the car and opened the door for me like a gentleman while I ignored him and walked straight to the elevator.

With his hands in his pockets, he followed me.

As soon as he entered the elevator, he leaned against the wall with a playful look in his eyes. He kept playing with my hair and didn't stop until I turned around, glaring at him.

The elevator door opened, and Charles could not wait to get off it, which made it pretty obvious what he wanted to do.

"Don't forget what you said." I had to remind him.

He stopped and looked at me, obviously trying to hide the excitement in his heart.

As I went to open the door he leaned against the wall, looking at me. Seeing that the door was open, he could not wait anymore. He touched his nose and said, "Well... I'm a little thirsty."

Ignoring him, I walked straight into the room, fetched his jacket, and threw it to him. Just when he was about to squeeze in, I shut the door.

Slamming the door on his face brought me joy. I could not help but think of his cold expression as he stood outside the door.

Charles' POV:

In the club, I casually tossed my jacket away as I sat on the sofa, feeling pretty depressed.

"What's the matter? Did you just meet Rita?" Spencer took out a clean glass and poured some red wine for me.

"No." I pinched between my eyes, not wanting to say more.

"Looks like it was my dear baby Scarlett, who gave you the cold shoulder." Spencer put the glass of wine in front of me and laughed.

It was as though he was always looking for an opportunity to mock me.

Confused, David looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's going on? When did Scarlett become so close to you? And why are you calling her'dear' ?" "You won't understand. It's a secret between the three of us." Spencer looked at him mysteriously. "I will understand if you tell me. How can you still be my friend if you have secrets that I don't know about?" David's expression changed when he felt like we were excluding him.

"Do you really want to know?" Spencer asked, looking at him.

"Of course, I do!"

"Then ask him." Spencer raised his chin as he pointed at me.

However, I was not in the mood to explain to him now. I could not get my mind off the fact that Spencer had called Scarlett so endearingly.

'Dear? Baby? Do people really think that they can call others whatever they want now?'

"Don't call her like that from now on," I warned Spencer with a long face.

"Like what?" He tried to play dumb with me.

"Dear! Baby!" Enraged, I began gritting my teeth.

"Wow! You are such a meddlesome ex-husband, aren't you? What's so wrong with me calling my girl 'dear'?"

"I asked you to act, not to make it a real thing!" I picked up the glass and took a sip.

"Are you asking me not to be dedicated? That doesn't sound like your style! Charles, do you really love Rita?" Spencer asked.

"There's no need to ask. He doesn't look like he loves her at all!" David swirled the wine in his glass as though he was watching a play. Obviously, he understood what was going on from the conversation between Spencer and me. "But it looks like Scarlett is giving him the cold shoulder now."

"It seems that someone is going suffer a lot! Cheers!"

After saying that, Spencer viciously tried to clink his glass with David, but he ignored him.

When I thought of what Scarlett had said to me outside the bar an hour ago, I suddenly became excited and wanted to show off.

"Scarlett said that I was priceless to her."

"Well, you're just making things up at this point. Scarlett is such a smart girl. How could she say something like that to someone who is going to divorce her any day now?" Spencer looked at me in disbelief.

"You can ask her yourself."

"I am not joking around. I am really going to call her now." Spencer took out his phone and unlocked the screen. Seeing that I was sitting on the sofa and drinking leisurely, he gave up and said, "Forget it. It's your business, anyway. If I call Scarlett and ask her about it, she will think that I'm a nosy bitch, and that would ruin my image."

"Charles, are you still going to divorce her?" David asked.

"I don't think that he wanted to divorce her at all. Maybe he is just thinking about how to consummate their marriage!" Spencer crossed his legs on the sofa, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"We are a couple. Is it wrong to want that?" I asked.

"Shame on you!" When they both heard what I said, they looked at me with disdain and disgust in their eyes. Spencer was really angry.

But I didn't care. I just felt proud of myself and my decision.