Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

There was an awkward silence in the ward after Alice left.

With a worried expression, James held my hand and said, "Mommy, Daddy has a fever! And the doctor said that his headache was becoming more serious."

It was true that Charles was indeed looking severely pale and ill.

As I sat down in front of the bed, I was at a loss for words.

A while later, I asked, "How did you get sick all of a sudden? You were fine yesterday, right?"

"Caroline, are you caring about me now?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Charles' eyes as he looked up at me.

"If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."

Glaring at him, I stood up, and was about to leave.

However, Charles quickly grabbed my hand.

"Don't go!"

"Don't touch me," I hissed, shaking off his hand.

"It's because you did not let me in yesterday," Charles said in a pitiful tone.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown.

"Daddy waited outside your house for a long time and got soaked in the rain, Mommy! Jason became sick last night, so Daddy went home and stayed up all night taking care of him and fainted this morning!" Upon hearing that, my heart ached and I asked worriedly, "Jason's sick? How is he now?"

"His fever has come down, so don't worry," Charles comforted me softly.

Bitterness filled my heart, and I could not help but lower my eyes.

I scolded myself for being a terrible mom.

I couldn't even take care of my sick child.

"You can come to see them this Friday. They really miss you a lot. Jason kept calling your name in his sleep while he was sick last night."

"I will go and see them."

My eyes turned red at the thought of the twins.

I also missed them deeply and was longing to see if they were doing okay.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

The room fell silent again.

With a smile on his lips, Charles fixed his deep gaze on me.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I tried to avoid looking at him.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Rolling his eyes, James covered his mouth and yawned.

"Mommy, you stay and take care of Daddy. I'm tired, so I want to sleep for a while."

With that, James climbed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

I felt more awkward with Charles. I bit my lip nervously, not knowing what to say.

"Where is the thermometer? I'll get it for you."

I pretended to look around for the thermometer to evade the awkwardness between us.

All of a sudden, Charles held my hand and said softly, "Caroline, just stay with me. I am really glad that you came to see me."

I withdrew my hand and said in a stubborn voice, "If I had known that you were the one that was sick, then I would not have come. You have led James astray, and now, he is plotting with you to trick me!" Charles handed his phone to me and explained helplessly, "My phone died. I didn't mean to deceive you."

With a suspicious look in my eyes, I took the phone from him and checked it. It was indeed dead.

"I am sorry that I misunderstood you. But you can't blame me for doubting you. After all, you have tricked me many times before," I explained in a low voice.

"Yes, and it's not your fault," Charles said gently.

"Did you really come to see me yesterday?" I looked at him in surprise.

If James had not mentioned it, then I would not have known that Charles had come to visit me the night before.

And obviously, I could not have known that he was waiting downstairs in the rain like a fool.

"I saw you leave with Simon yesterday, and I saw him walk into your house and not come back for a long time, so I kept waiting outside for you,"

Charles explained with a bitter smile.

Hearing that, I fell into deep thought.

I remembered that it had not been raining when Simon had left the previous night.

So why was Charles saying that he did not see Simon leave my house?

Moreover, considering Charles' character, how could he have just quietly waited outside?

However, before I could ask him about it, the doctor walked into the ward.

I immediately pushed those thoughts away and asked, "Doctor, how is Charles?"

"He caught a bad cold and a fever, which aggravated his headache."

A hint of guilt kept flashing through my heart and I felt terrible.

He would not have gotten sick if he had not waited outside my house in the rain all night.

"Why is his headache so severe, doctor?" I asked in a low voice.

"You're his wife. Don't you know about your husband's condition? Mr. Moore encountered a serious head injury a year ago, which is the reason he gets headaches very often."The doctor was clearly shocked and seemed to be accusing me.

"I'm not his wife," I explained awkwardly.

I used to be, but now I was not.

With an apologetic smile, the doctor exhorted, "The trigeminal neuralgia that was caused because of the

previous injury to his brain might et

become increasingly serious.

could even make him lose memory again." "Is it really that serious?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, and that's the reason you should pay more attention to his condition."

With that, the doctor left, and I sat down in front of the bed, having mixed feelings.

Charles had always been in good health and had rarely ever fallen sick.

And now, he was hospitalized because of a cold.

How had he gotten through the past year in that state?

"Don't be so reckless in the future! Don't you know that you're supposed to take shelter when it rains?"

"Is this you caring about me?" Charles' eyes lit up with joy.

"No! I am just worried because I don't want the kids to lose their dad,"

I retorted, glaring at him. Seeing1.et

his smile grew wider. S

And his eyes were as bright as the stars.

Looking at him, my heart skipped a beat, so I immediately turned away.

He grabbed my hand and put it on his forehead. "Caroline, I have a fever and my head hurts."

I subconsciously withdrew my hand when I felt the heat on his forehead.

However, Charles didn't seem to want to let go of me at all.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll let you go." His cheekiness stunned me.

Resentment and unwillingness were the only feelings in my heart for over a year now.

I did not expect to hear such tender words from him just when I was trying to get my revenge on him and grow stronger.

Pursing my lips, I fell silent, but the flush in my cheeks betrayed me.

I cast a reproachful glance at James, who was sleeping on the couch.

'What a bad boy!'

"You are still just as shy as I remember." Saying that, Charles smiled warmly.

His eyes were filled with love that was as vast as the sky.

I glared at him and ordered, "Close your eyes and sleep!"

Looking at his eye bags, I knew that he must be very exhausted after staying up all night to take care of Jason.

"Stay with me. Don't leave when I am not looking, okay?" Charles pleaded in a soft voice.

My heart softened instantly.

"I'll leave after you wake up. I promise."

Only after hearing my promise did he close his eyes obediently.

However, he still did not let go of my hand.

I tried to pull my hand away, but he only held it tighter.

My face turned red again when I felt the warmth from his palm.

A while later, he fell asleep.

I fell into a trance, watching his sleeping face.

Charles, who had lost his memory back then, seemed to have become the man that I loved.

He was no longer domineering or indifferent, and his suffocating possessiveness seemed to have vanished.

Now, I was the only one that remembered our cruel and torturous past.

Staring at his face, I was starting to feel sleepy.

However, Charles was still holding my hand so tight, and even though he was asleep, I could not break free.

I rested my head on the edge of the bed and fell asleep as well.