Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 131 Isn't This What Couples Do

Scarlett's POV:

After leaving Charles' house, I went back to my house on Garden Street.

As soon as I got home, I took out my phone, and saw the messages he sent me, feeling a little sad.

Since I did not know how to face him, I could only hide from him.

I changed the lock code of my door and muted my phone.

After taking a shower, I lay on the bed, thinking that he might knock on my door at any moment, but there was no sound.

As tiredness swept over my body, I could not resist falling asleep.

The next day, I was worried that I might stumble upon Charles if I went out, so I decided to order take-out.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. And I was stunned to see Charles outside my apartment with a delivery bag in his hand. He was still wearing the same clothes that he had worn the night before. Had he been waiting here all night long?

With a guilty conscience, I lowered my head, grabbing the hem of my pajamas nervously.

From of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me with a sharp gaze, and I clenched my fists.

Without saying a word, he walked straight into the living room.

I followed him in.

Tiredness was written all over his face, and there were bags under his eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt with a long face while looking at me coldly. "Were you outside my door all night long?" I asked hesitantly after a long time.

However, instead of answering me, he headed straight to the bathroom.

I felt like I was doomed now. He was angry, and he was not going to let it slide easily.

I contemplated running away while he was in the shower. But then, I thought about it and gave up the idea. After all, he could always find me easily. Where else could I hide?'

My stomach was growling, so I decided to have breakfast first before I thought about it. I ate uneasily, listening to the sound of the running water that came from the bathroom.

While I was eating, Charles stepped out of the bathroom and ordered, "Call Amy and ask her to bring me some clothes."

He then turned around and walked to the bedroom.

Seeing his bloodshot eyes, I pitied him and didn't have the heart to go up against him.

I picked up his phone and was about to call Amy, but when I saw numerous missed calls from Rita flashing on the screen, my hands trembled.

Enduring the pain in my heart, I called Amy's number and then headed to the bedroom. Charles was lying down on the bed.

Looking at his tired and handsome face, I suddenly felt like throwing my caution to the wind and just living with him for the rest of my life.

"Charles, are you hungry?" I asked, trying to hold back my sadness. However, he did not respond. He just lay there on the bed and did not move.

Thinking that he must be tired, I walked out of the room to have my breakfast and did not say more to disturb him.

In the meantime, Rita called him again. Hearing the phone ringing, my heart trembled. I held his phone in my hand as I went to find him.

"It's from Rita," I said as I handed the phone to him.

With a frown, Charles pulled me to the bed and hugged me.

"Don't you want to answer the phone?" I asked when I saw that the phone was still ringing.

"Sleep!" Charles grabbed the phone, tossed it aside, and hugged me tightly.

"I don't want to sleep!" I began to struggle, but he tightened his grip around me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

"You're suffocating me."

As soon as I said that, he loosed his grip a little, but he did not let go of me.

I leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Wishing that we could always be that way, I could not help but feel satisfied.

However, whenever I thought of Rita, my eyes would turn red.

"What did I do to make you feel so aggrieved?" Charles asked angrily when he noticed that I was on the verge of tears.

"Rita kept calling you, and for some reason, that makes me uncomfortable." I rubbed my eyes, unable to hide the truth from him.

I did not want to cry over such a thing, but every time I thought of it, I would feel tears falling from my eyes.

Charles stared at me for a long time before he leaned in and kissed me while holding my arm and placing it around his waist.

But the next second, his phone rang again.

Charles stopped and turned off his phone irritably.

"I haven't slept all night, so I am very tired now. Please just hold me and sleep with me for a while, okay? Be a good girl," Charles said in a tired voice.

Since I could not refuse him, I moved slightly and adjusted myself to a comfortable sleeping position.

"Rest your head on my arm." Charles held his arm out for me.

"No. It'll be heavy." I struggled uncomfortably.

"Lie down. You seem to overestimate your weight," he teased, looking at me.

At first, I planned to get up after he fell asleep, but feeling his warm embrace, I also fell asleep with him.

When I opened my eyes again, he was playing with my hair.

"Are you awake? How was your sleep?" Charles asked with a smile.

"Yes. It was good."

I never expected to fall asleep so comfortably. I tried to get up, but he pulled me back to the bed. He then continued to play with my hair leisurely.

I pulled my hair back and rubbed it against his face.

"Stop it! It tickles," he complained and grabbed my hand.

I looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. I did not expect him to be so afraid of itchiness.

"Grandma asked us to come home for dinner," he said to me in a gentle voice while stroking my cheek lovingly.

I checked the time and found that it was already twelve o'clock. I realized that he had not eaten breakfast in the morning, so I reminded him that he should eat something first. "Alright, then. Let's have lunch first."

Charles and I went out for lunch. And after we ate our fill, he proposed to take me hiking. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Strolling in the mountains, we enjoyed the pleasant afternoon.

All of a sudden, he held my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, lowering my head to look at our intertwined hands.

"Isn't this what couples do?" With a smile, he held my hand more tightly.

I was a little stunned to hear him refer to us as a couple. I struggled, but he did not let go of my hand at all. Instead, he put my hand in his pocket.

When I realized that we were never a couple, I felt a little disheartened, and wanted to withdraw my hand.

However, he stubbornly held my hand, unwilling to let go.

There were many people climbing the mountain, and most of them were couples. Looking at his profile, I was lost in thought. Deep down, I felt like it would be wonderful if we could live so peacefully every day.