Farewell To My Endless Love
Chapter 211 Divorced Or Not

Scarlett's POV:

Could the divorce be fake...?

Thinking of this, suspicion grew within me. I asked William to order food for us first. After that, and I took the elevator upstairs to where Charles and Lucia were.

In my haste, I had forgotten to knock on the door of Room 808 and directly pushed it open. Unexpectedly, I was met with a steamy sight.

Lucia was dangerously close to Charles, a coquettish smile on her dolled-up face. She leaned forward seductively and raised a glass of wine. Her full chest almost touched Charles's arm.

Charles didn't refuse Lucia's approach. He leaned back on his chair in a relaxed manner and clinked glasses with Lucia casually. There was even a faint smile on his lips, as if he was taking delight in her attention. He seemed to be enjoying the moment very much.

When he met my eyes, his face suddenly changed and his relaxed look morphed into shock. "Scarlett...!"

By now, my face was as cold as ice. "What a coincidence."

Lucia turned and saw me as well. She hurriedly put down her glass, panic coloring her face, and burst into a nervous explanation. "Don't get me wrong, Scarlett! Nothing happened between Charles and me. I was just making a toast. The reason I invited him to dinner was because I wanted to thank him for the sponsorship..."

"Don't worry. Scarlett won't care who I drink with." Charles drank without a care in the world, as if no one was around. He rubbed his thumb against the glass in his hand lazily.

With his sharp and good-looking features, he looked extremely handsome. He had drunk a little too hastily just now, and a small spot of red wine remained at the corner of his mouth. It gave him the impression of a vampire who had just satiated his thirst with blood. He looked ruthless and condescending, attractively so.

Anger, depression, suspicion, and countless other emotions filled me, combining into a large lump that blocked my windpipe. Suddenly, I found it difficult to breathe.

Just like that, I was no longer in the mood to question whether the divorce was true or false. When I took another look at Charles, discomfort crept on me.

"I entered the wrong room. Sorry to bother you. Have a good time." I put on a fake smile and bade them goodbye as calmly as I could, but in reality, my mind was in a mess.

The moment I turned around to leave, I ran into Spencer, who had just come back.

He quickly stopped me and demanded, "Scarlett, are you going to leave just like that?"

I patted him on the arm and comforted him, "William's waiting for me downstairs. Don't worry about me."

Then, I walked past him and headed downstairs.

I returned to the private room I booked with William. All kinds of tasty dishes filled the table, but I had no appetite. William poured me a glass of red wine, which I picked up and drowned in an instant. "Scarlett?" William looked at me, surprised. A frown colored his face and he advised, "Don't torture yourself because of anger. You're more likely to get drunk if you drink too fast." "I'm not angry at all." That was a lie.

William seemed to see through me with just one glance. He swapped the red wine in front of me with non-alcoholic juice.

"Every man would act according to the circumstances. You have to learn to distinguish between what's real and what isn't. Don't take things seriously easily and anger yourself for no reason."

I had no choice but to nod. "Yes, I know, Mr. William. Can I have a glass of wine now?"

William poured me some wine in a glass, but was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

Right after that, who should come in but Lucia. She pushed the door open and marched in, then took to staring at us with an unreadable look. "Am I interrupting you?"

"What's the matter?" I put down my wine glass, shooting her a cold but composed stare.

"Scarlett." Lucia looked slightly drunk. She staggered to me and mumbled pitifully, "You can't be angry. There's really nothing going on between Charles and me."

I was annoyed. "You've already explained things to me just now. It's meaningless to repeat it."

"How could it be meaningless?!" Lucia ignored my annoyed look, going as far as to sit next to me. She flashed me a dazzling smile that was almost blinding. "I heard Abner used to be infatuated with you. But what happened after that? Now, he's become Nina's husband!"

William pulled a rare, uncharacteristic long face at this. He cast a sharp glare at Lucia, his eyes narrowed in warning. "Stop it! You are not welcome here. Please leave now."

"What? Looks like Scarlett's new lover doesn't welcome me! Do you want me to leave too, Scarlett?" Lucia inched closer and closer to me, overwhelming me with the stink of alcohol. I frowned, growing more annoyed.

I pushed her away, and she staggered back to her seat. Her face was slightly red, but her eyes were very clear and sober.

I sneered derisively at her. She was probably just pretending to apologize, but I knew that her real purpose was to show off to me. "Lucia, are you trying to say that Charles is just like Abner? That even if he was once loyal to me, he'd eventually leave me and choose you?"

"No, no, no! You're thinking too much. Do you really think Charles will lose his affection for you and abandon you sooner or later, too?" Lucia drawled as she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes full of provocation. She was trying to get a rise out of me, no doubt.

"No, I just wanted to remind you that there's a differencebetween a dream and wishful thinking." I stared coldly into her eyes, not backing down. Sparks flew as our gazes met.

The next moment, William stood between us, separating her from me.

With him shielding me from Lucia, I could only see his broad shoulders and back.

He warned in a severe tone, "Miss, do you need me to call the security for you to leave?"

Lucia shot me a scornful look before leaving haughtily.

The second she stepped out, William closed the door and turned to me.

Unable to help myself, I flashed him a bitter smile. "Even a woman like her dares to show off to me now."

William tried to comfort me during our entire meal, but I didn't listen to him.

After our meal, we went out of the private room together.

From the corners of my eyes, I noticed Charles standing by the elevator. When our eyes met, I looked away quickly and held William's arm tight. "I'm feeling too full. Let's go for a quick stroll." While William and I were walking, Charles kept ringing me. I ignored him completely and muted my phone.

William teased me with a smile, "You're cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. We're divorced."

"But your friend just asked you to talk to your lawyer, right? Are you really sure the divorce procedures have been completed?" William asked tentatively, worried for me.

I carefully traced my memories for a while before muttering vaguely, "Maybe."

"Maybe...?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I was about to give birth at that time, so I didn't have the energy to ask about it."

"I think there is something wrong."

William's words kept ringing in my ears.

I returned to the Moore mansion and then coaxed James to sleep. As I did so, my mind pondered over his words. Had I really divorced Charles?

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