Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 139 A Gift

Scarlett's POV:

"I'm living with Charles," I firmly said while looking at Nate warily.

Nate nodded in satisfaction. "That's good then. But I'm sure you'll face a lot of trouble because of him."

"I don't care. I've already been in a lot of trouble before we even got together," I fired back.

"Rita committed suicide because of you."

I looked at him with an icy cold gaze. "It has nothing to do with me."

All of a sudden, Nate grabbed me by the arm. "How could you be so cruel? Don't you feel any remorse? Someone could've lost their life, and you're the reason behind it!"

"Let me go!" I tried so hard to get out of his grasp. His touch disgusted me and made my hair stand on end. However, no matter how hard I struggled, I could not shake him off.

"Leave Charles," Nate ordered through gritted teeth. His grasp was becoming tighter and more painful by the second.

"I won't. Charles and I will get married soon. You'd better be polite to me, or you'll regret it," I warned. I might look weak and helpless, but my resolution never wavered. His empty threats did not mean anything to me.

Nate did not say a word and just stared at me fiercely.

While we were at a stalemate, I saw Charles rushing towards us from the corner of my eye.

"You don't want to get beaten, do you?" I said cryptically with a smile.

Nate furrowed his brows in confusion. While he was in a daze, Charles kicked him on the leg.

He immediately let go of me. Charles's kick sent him to his knees.

But Charles was not done yet.

Just as he was about to pounce on Nate and beat him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. "Charles, don't get your hands dirty because of him. It's not worth it."

Charles looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and smiled reassuringly at him. "I'm fine. You came right in time."

As soon as I said these words, I turned around and took out the ring from the cabinet. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I walked to Charles and said with a smile, "Give me your hand."

Charles did as told. But instead of putting the ring on his finger, I put it on his palm.

"Aren't you gonna help me put it on?" Charles asked with apparent discontent.

I shook my head with a chuckle. I wore my own ring and did not help him despite his request.

Although annoyed, Charles did not say anything more.

"Happy wife, happy life," he murmured to himself.

I was amused by his words.

Once we were both wearing our rings, Charles held my hand and looked at it. Then, he nodded with satisfaction, which made my heart flutter.

"Let's go buy Grandma's birthday gift," he said with a dashing smile. Hand in hand, we walked out.

As soon as we arrived at the mall, the manager walked up to us with a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Mr. Moore and Mrs. Moore. Are you here to buy wedding rings? Would you like to see the newly arrived limited edition ones? I'm sure you'll love them. We've been keeping them for you," the manager said while leading us inside.

"No. We're buying a gift for our Grandma," I explained.

"I see." The manager's smile faltered.

I paid no attention to the look of disappointment on his face and just focused on choosing the best gift for Christine. An agate necklace in the glass cabinet caught my eye.

"Do you like this one?" Charles asked in a low voice.

I nodded. "Yes. I'm confident Grandma will like it."

Charles turned to the sales assistant. To my surprise, he pointed at another necklace. "Take that out and let her try it."

"No, thanks," I flat out refused.

Charles ignored me and pointed at the other necklaces. "Take all of those and let my wife try them on," he repeated.

I was too stunned to speak. I could only sigh helplessly when I saw how much everything had cost.

Once we got into the car, I glanced at the rearview mirror and recognized the car behind us. "Isn't that Rita's car?"

"Yes," Charles replied indifferently. Without another word, he started the car and sped away. It seemed that he had no intention of dealing with her. Even so, I could not help but keep an eye on

her along the way. I watched as her car tailed us to our destination.

When we arrived at the mansion, the housekeeper came out and warmly welcomed us. But then, the housekeeper walked out afterward, which perplexed me. "Aren'tyou gonna come in?" "Mrs. Moore asked me to deliver a message to Miss Lively," the housekeeper answered.

I could not help but glance at Charles. "Are you going to let Rita come in?" I worriedly asked, seeing his expressionless face.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. I looked at Charles nervously, afraid he would nod and say yes.

"Tell Rita that no one wants to see her," he coldly said and then led me inside.

As soon as we entered the living room, Christine held my hand with a beaming smile. Thanks to her, I forgot what had happened for now.

I held her hand and said with a smile, "Grandma, I would like to dress you up today."

Christine chuckled. "Oh, dear. I'm too old for that. There's no need for me to dress up."

"But today is your birthday. You should be prettier."

Christine eventually agreed, and we went to her room with Alice.

I finished Christine's makeover about an hour later. Alice and I exchanged a glance and nodded in satisfaction. The two of us then helped Christine to the living room for the celebration.

At that moment, she happened to see the couple ring on my finger, and she heaved a happy sigh. "It's been so long since I last saw you wearing that ring. It's so pretty," she remarked.

With a smile, I took out the gift I had prepared and handed it to Christine. "Grandma, happy birthday!"

"Scarlett, I must say, you have exquisite taste. The necklace is very beautiful. Hurry. Help me put it on." Grandma beckoned me to come closer and excitedly asked me to put the necklace around her neck.

"I'm glad you like it. The truth is, Charles was the one who paid for it," I truthfully said while putting the necklace around Christine's neck.

Meanwhile, Charles looked at me with a long face. "What did you just call me?"

"Uh... I mean, my husband paid for it," I corrected.

The glum look on Charles's face disappeared in an instant. Everyone could not help but laugh at how cheesy he was. Now, the atmosphere in the house had become livelier and more harmonious.

But then, something came up. The housekeeper walked in with a gloomy face and informed us, "Miss Lively is at the gate. She says she has prepared a gift for you and hopes she can give it to you in person, ma'am."

The smile on Alice's and Christine's faces disappeared at once.

"Tell her I don't need her gift," Christine snorted with disdain.

"I say don't pay attention to that woman. Get back to work," Grandpa ordered in a deep voice. The housekeeper left respectfully. However, the awkward atmosphere Rita had caused remained for quite a while.

After dinner, Charles and I returned to our room.

His phone rang all of a sudden. He looked at the caller ID and frowned when he saw it was Richard.

He answered the call and put it on speaker. "What is it?"

"Charles, could you please see me? I want to give Grandma her birthday gift," Rita implored.

"The relationship between the Moore and Lively family is on the rocks. We won't accept your gift," Charles coldly said.

"How could that be? We almost got married, didn't we? Our relationship is perfectly fine," Rita reasoned out.

"Stop calling!" Charles snarled. He then hung up the call without even waiting for Rita's response.

I stood frozen in the spot, at a loss for words.

Charles turned to look at me, and his expression softened in an instant. "You should go take a shower first."

I did as told. Now, I had just finished showering and was in front of the mirror, drying my hair absentmindedly. Truth be told, I was thinking about how I would get rid of Charles tonight.

While I was in deep thought, Charles knocked on the door of the bathroom and reminded, "Scarlett, what's taking you so long? You can't run away from me, you know. I have keys to all doors in this house."

"Honey, I'm not in the mood for sex right now," I argued through the door.

"Why? Am I not good?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "It's not that..."

"I can't hear you. Come out now. Let's talk about it,"

Charles retorted impatiently. Suddenly, his phone rang yet again.

I could not hear who had called or what they were talking about. But then, his voice came through the door after a while. "Spencer wants to have a drink with me. I'll be back soon. Don't stay in the bathroom for too long, okay?"

I did not answer and just stayed in the bathroom for a while longer. It was not until I heard the door of the bedroom open and close that I finally walked out.

I looked around the room and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Charles had left. But before I could reach the bed, he returned.

He strode over and kissed me on the lips.

Our kiss made me weak in my knees, and I could barely stand on my feet.

Charles looked into my eyes and exhorted, "Have a good rest, okay? Don't think too much."

I did not have the heart to say no to that, so I nodded in response. Charles kissed me on the lips again. With that, he turned around and left.