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 turning into a paranoid, nitpicking

could not help

the community while I went to the

I got in

to

 "Is there

from my tone, my assistant probably thought that there was some kind

of answering her, I hung

Scarlett's POV: 

office, I paced back and forth with our marriage certificate

my watch from time to time, waiting anxiously for Charles to show

half an hour before my show

up, then the divorce would be

happened? Why is Charles

like forever, I decided to call his

Mrs.Moore.Mr.Moore just called an urgent meeting.I don't think he can spare some

spoke in a low voice, and I could

the middle of

office.I heaved a sigh and

all to end.I looked at my watch again.I only had fifteen minutes before I had to be at the studio for my show.I stared at our

I left the law office and hailed a taxi to

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

studio, I put all my personal

director praised me many

excellent at what I do but also had an impressive work

a whole afternoon's work, I was finally able to

now all of a sudden, it was raining

fell down violently, pummeling the pavement and releasing the

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

shiny black shoes beside me, and the dim

was Abner and his

you

down at me and offered to drive me

a program host, Abner had been nice to

me up and ask about my experience so far on

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

gate, in the studio,

I did not

him, and he made me feel like

okay.I'm just waiting for

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 get home

to his car,

umbrella above me the entire time, and by the time we were inside his

but before I could succeed, I was

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

wanted to help him wipe his face

the two of us

not risk the gesture being misinterpreted by anyone who could

send Abner

Abner gunned the engine and drove out of the

with me about my daily

I might grow bored of the city and fly

we passed a