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."

considerate, was suddenly

could not help

gate of the community while I went to

as I got in the car,

senior executives.I want to meet with them in

 "Is there a problem,

there

her, I hung

Scarlett's POV: 

office, I paced back and forth with our marriage certificate in my

time to time, waiting anxiously for Charles

half an hour before

up, then

is Charles not here

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

meeting.I don't think he can spare some

voice, and I could hear some

of the

bustling city scene in front of the law office.I

my watch again.I only had fifteen minutes before I had to be at the

the law office and

should be more than enough time to get me

studio, I put all my personal worries aside

director praised me many times for

at what I do but also had

whole afternoon's work, I was finally able to clock out

been sunny all afternoon, but now all of a sudden, it was raining

fell down violently, pummeling the pavement and

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

later, I glimpsed a pair of shiny black shoes beside me, and the dim nearby light was blocked by something big

was Abner

on.I'll give you a

down at me and offered to

joined the TV station as a program

of 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, but

the gate, in the studio, during

did not

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

just waiting for a

until morning.Come on.Your place

to his car, completely ignoring

and by the time we were inside

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

took out a tissue from my bag and offered it to Abner to wipe his

wipe his face and his arm, but I dismissed

of us in the

risk the gesture being misinterpreted by anyone who could

send Abner the

the engine and drove out

conversing with me about my daily

bored of the city and

we passed a supermarket, my