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

"Fine."

who had been obedient and considerate, was suddenly turning into a paranoid, nitpicking

could not

at the gate of the community while I

as I got in the car, I

executives.I want to meet

there a problem,

tone, my assistant probably thought that there

I hung up the

Scarlett's POV: 

entrance of the law office, I paced back and forth with our marriage certificate in my

at my watch from time to time,

an hour before my show

stood me up, then the divorce would

Why is Charles not here

what felt like forever, I decided to call his assistant to ask what was taking so

called an urgent meeting.I don't think

voice, and I could hear some chatter

middle of

of the law office.I heaved a sigh and shook my head.I had no idea how much more

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

the law office and hailed a

than enough time to get me to the station

I put all my

me

only excellent at what I do but also had an impressive work

I was finally able to clock out

now all of a sudden, it was raining

the pavement and releasing the day's warmth into the night

with me, so I just stood at the gate of the TV station and waited for the

black shoes beside me, and the dim nearby light was blocked by

Abner and his

you

me and offered

a program

always went out of his way to chat me up and ask about my experience

whether or not it was just coincidence or something, but I always

the gate, in the studio,

did

felt comfortable around him, and he made me feel like an important part of the

just waiting for a

You're going to be here until morning.Come on.Your place is on the way anyway.I just want to make

he pulled me to his car, completely ignoring

kept his umbrella above me the entire time, and by the time we were inside his car, he was

own umbrella, but before I could succeed, I was already on his passenger seat and he was

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

his face and his arm, but I dismissed

two of us in the

the gesture being misinterpreted

to send Abner the wrong

gunned the engine and

conversing with me about

grow bored of the city and fly back

we passed a