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."

been obedient and considerate, was

could not help

at the gate of the community while

soon as I got in the car,

want to meet with them

there a problem,

my assistant probably thought that there was some kind of big

of answering her, I hung

Scarlett's POV: 

back and

my watch from time to time, waiting

an hour before my show

Charles stood me up, then the divorce would be postponed

Why is Charles not here

felt like forever, I decided to call his assistant to ask

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

in a low voice, and I

middle of the urgent meeting she

office.I heaved a sigh and shook my head.I

wanted it 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

law office and

enough time to get me to the

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

director praised me many times for a

at what I do but also had an impressive work

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

had been sunny all afternoon, but now all

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

stood at the gate of the TV station and

black shoes beside me, and the dim nearby light

was Abner and

give you

and offered to

station as a program

of his way to chat me up and

just coincidence or something, but I always seemed to run

gate, in the studio, during lunchtime, you name

I did not

him, and he made me

okay.I'm just waiting for a taxi,"

to be here until morning.Come on.Your place is on the way anyway.I just want to make sure you get home

he spoke, he pulled me to his car, completely

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

I could succeed,

Abner to wipe his face, but he declined and insisted

face and his

of us

gesture being misinterpreted by

to send Abner the wrong message

the engine and

conversing with me about my

seemed worried that I might grow bored

we passed a