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."

considerate, was suddenly

could not help

the community while I went to the basement to

I got in the car, I

the senior executives.I want to meet with them in ten

there a

assistant probably thought that there

I

Scarlett's POV: 

of the law office, I paced back

time to time, waiting anxiously for Charles

only had half an hour before my

stood me up, then the divorce

Why is Charles not here

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

think he can spare some

assistant spoke in a low voice, and I could

the phone in the middle of the urgent

law office.I heaved a

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

office and hailed a taxi

should be more than enough time to get me to the station

my personal worries

Abner and the director praised me

excellent at what I do but also had an impressive

work, I was finally able to clock out and go

now all of a

raindrops fell down violently, pummeling the pavement and releasing the day's warmth

stood at the gate of the TV station and waited

moments later, I glimpsed a pair of shiny black shoes beside me, and the

was Abner and his

you

smiled down at me and offered to

as a

up and ask about my experience so far on the

did not know whether or not it was just coincidence or something, but I always seemed to run

gate, in the studio, during lunchtime,

I did not

comfortable around him, and he made me feel

for a

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

he pulled me to his car,

time we were

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

offered it to Abner

to help him wipe his face and his arm,

just the two of us in the car

could not risk the gesture being misinterpreted by

not want to send Abner the wrong message

and drove

conversing with me about

might grow bored of

a supermarket, my