Bye, My Irresistible Love

Charles's POV: 

I stood in front of the elevator for a long time.

I could still feel the warmth of Scarlett's mouth against my lips.

Kissing her for real felt better than I had imagined.

I stared blankly at the closed elevator doors and replayed what just happened in my mind over and over.

I was not a man of strong desires.

Although I had been with Rita for so many years, I had never felt the urge to touch her.

But it was different with Scarlett.

I really could not explain it.

When she slapped me after I kissed her, I did not even feel it.

The pain only registered to me when she started crying.It broke my heart into splinters.

"Charles?" Rita called from behind me.

I turned and saw her standing there.

I averted my gaze.

I did not want her to suspect anything, and my face would give me away for sure.

"Let's go back to the apartment." I walked into the living room with Rita following me closely.

"I'm so happy that you're finally getting divorced, Charles.Now my wish will finally be fulfilled before I die."

"Stop cursing yourself, Rita," I backfired without looking at her.

I felt annoyed.Why did she always have to talk about death? 

"Have you spoken with my doctor? You should know the state of my health better than anyone."

After she said that, she began to sob.

In the past, whenever Rita spoke in a weak voice and then started weeping, I immediately took pity on her and felt extremely compelled to protect her.

But one day, I did not know exactly when, I realized that I was getting a little tired of all of it—the tears, the self-pity, and the sadness.

They all just became too much to take.

Whenever I had to deal with Rita, my mind automatically flew off to Scarlett, and I was not even sorry.

"You're fine.Don't worry too much.The stress will just get you down." I restrained myself and tried to comfort Rita with all the patience I could muster.

"Charles, am I starting to trouble you too much?" Rita looked at me nervously.

"No." I walked to the sofa and sat down.

I massaged my forehead so that I would not have to look her in the eyes.

"So you and Scarlett will really file for divorce today?"

Rita walked to me and asked cautiously.

"Yes."

I come with

"Fine."

had been obedient and considerate, was

could not

later, Rita waited at the gate of the community while I went to the basement to get the

I got in the car, I called

the senior executives.I want to meet with them in

there

my assistant probably thought that there was some kind of big incident that

her, I hung up the

Scarlett's POV: 

office, I paced back and forth with our marriage

from time to time, waiting anxiously

only had half an hour

stood me up, then

is Charles not here

decided to call his assistant to

called an urgent meeting.I don't think he can spare some time to

in a low voice, and I could hear some chatter in

of the urgent meeting she said Charles

stared at the bustling city scene in front of the law office.I heaved a sigh and shook my head.I had no

again.I only had fifteen minutes before I had to be at the studio for my show.I stared at our marriage certificate

left the law office and hailed a

than enough time to get me to the station before my

entered the studio, I put all my personal worries aside and focused on

and the director praised me many times for

only excellent at what

finally able to clock out and go

but now all

fell down violently, pummeling the pavement

an umbrella with me, so I just stood at the gate

beside

Abner

give you

at me and offered to drive

since I joined the TV station as a program

his way to chat me up and ask about my experience so far on

did not know whether or not it was just coincidence or something,

the studio, during lunchtime,

did not

comfortable around him, and he made me feel like an

for a

this rain? You're going to be here until morning.Come on.Your place is

pulled me to his car, completely ignoring my

entire time, and by the time we were

own umbrella, but before I could succeed, I

a tissue from my bag and offered it to Abner to wipe his face, but he declined and

wipe his face

of us in

misinterpreted by anyone who

to send Abner the

the engine and drove

conversing with me about

might grow bored of the

passed a