Farewell To My Endless Love

Caroline's POV:

Charles was staring at me with a blank gaze and saying nothing. I was annoyed of his mere presence.

"Caroline, I apologize for this. Charles is also my patient. He's in the consultation room next door. He might've heard you scream and thought that something bad was happening, so he came to see what was going on," Samantha explained while she stood beside me.

I stared at Charles with inquisitive eyes.

'He's sick? Is he having migraines again?' I asked inwardly.

"I'm sorry for barging in here," Charles remarked.

"My apologies. It was thoughtless of me to have you both here," Samantha explained again.

I shook my head at her in response.

"Caroline, if you don't like the fact that Charles is here, I can always reschedule his appointment," she suggested.

I took a deep breath and replied, "No. You two go ahead and talk. I'll be going home first."

However, Samantha stopped me. "Caroline, the session isn't over yet. Are you sure you want to give up halfway?"

The sound of her gentle voice made it difficult for me to refuse her.

Perhaps talking to her would actually do me some good.

But every time I saw Charles, my heart would break.

Sadness flooded into my heart like a tsunami, devastating every inch of myself.

"You can stay here. I'll leave," Charles said in an oddly calm manner.

Before I could react, he had already stridden out of the consultation room.

"Since there's no more distractions, why don't we go back to our session?" asked Samantha.

I forced a smile and nodded.

About an hour later, I finally opened my eyes and met her calming eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" Samantha helped me to sit up.

"Much better." I smiled at her.

I wasn't sure if the reason I was this happy was because of the therapy session I just had.

But my body wasn't as tense as it was a few days ago.

"As long as you can attend therapy sessions with me on a regular basis, you won't need to take any medicine anymore. You'll be recovering sooner, even," Samantha promised confidently. I nodded in response and thanked her for her time.

When I walked out of the consultation room, I saw Charles leaning against the wall.

'What is he still doing here?' I wondered.

I withdrew my gaze from him and walked towards the exit.

Charles stood before me, appearing to be worried. "You look a lot thinner than before, Caroline," he said.

"Are you done? Can you get out of my way now?"

I asked, pretending to be calm.

It appeared as though he didn't expect me to be so blunt, so my response left him stupefied for a moment.

"I feel bad for you, Caroline," Charles remarked in a soft voice.

He tried to touch my face, but I dodged his hand.

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I see.

Having said that, I walked past him and intended to leave.

However, he held my wrist and pushed me against the wall.

Charles put one hand on the back of my head and his other hand on the wall.

His fiery gaze made my heart tremble.

I lowered my eyes, adjusted my emotions, and looked him dead in the eye. "Thank you for the other day. The groundbreaking ceremony and everything."

"That's all you wanted to say to me?" Charles asked, appearing to be both disappointed and hopeful that there was more.

I chuckled at his question and said, "That's right."

Suddenly, he became tense.

Silence ensued in the corridor.

Elena approached us, casting him a stern glare.

"Mr. Moore, I implore you to let go of her."

Charles' face turned grim. His lips moved slightly as though he had so many things to tell me.

But in the end, he decided against speaking and just let go of me. It appeared like he had given up.

I took a deep breath and followed Elena out of the psychological clinic.

Inside the car, I turned my gaze towards the window and said, "I'll be going back to work tomorrow, Elena."

"But you're not fully recovered yet. Won't you rest for a little while longer?" asked Elena.

"I'm fine. I can handle it," I replied firmly.

"Your health is the most important thing. If you want to keep working, do it at home." Elena tried her best to persuade me. However, I had made up my mind. "I've already decided."

Upon hearing my response, Elena stopped persuading me and just changed the topic.

"By the way, Mr. Wilson will be back the day after tomorrow. What are you planning to do with the birthday party?"

When I met Elena's gaze from the rearview mirror, I was stunned.

'The birthday party... That reminds me of the special birthday I celebrated a few years ago.'

Back then, I was injured and hospitalized. Charles sent me a bouquet of flowers anonymously in an attempt to make fun of me.

He and I were the only ones inside the ward.

While we were immersed in our intimacy, he swore to me that he was mine forever.

Thoughts of the past made me feel like I had a lump in my throat.

I laughed at myself. 'Forever is really short, huh?" "Let's just do a small celebration. There's no need to make it special," I said to Elena as I came back to my senses. S

Charles' POV:

Upon my arrival at the Moore mansion, pulled over and looked around it was eerily quiet in house. Unspeakable agitation overcame my heart. S

After all this time, Caroline's attitude towards me still hadn't changed.

Even if she was just standing in front of me, I could feel her rejecting me already.

The suffocating feeling of dejection devoured my heart.

I pounded my palms onto the steering wheel and made up my mind. No matter the cost, I would get Caroline back.

She was the only one who could ever be my wife.

No one could replace her.

Upon entering the house, I saw my mother sitting in the living room.

"Mom, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" I asked. "You're back." She stood up and pulled me aside.

I frowned and asked, "What is it?"

"Chloe wants to borrow fifty million dollars from me," she whispered.

I squinted and replied, "Why is she

borrowing money? Has she used up all of her own money?" "She said Raina is in trouble and she's in dire need of money. As you know, she and Chloe are quite close, and..." replied my mom.

"Is Raina still here?" I asked, interrupting her midsentence.

"There's no need to get riled up. Raina is leaving soon. I think she really needs the money. Why don't we lend her some?" My mother sighed.

I looked upstairs and chuckled. "If you want to do it, give the money to Chloe. I'll take care of the rest."

My mother wanted to say something, but she bit her words back.

Then, she nodded and said, "Alright. I'll head upstairs and go to bed. You should go to sleep soon as well."

I remained standing in my spot, watching my mother go upstairs.

If I didn't expose Raina's true colors, my mother would still think that that horrible woman was kindhearted.

She even had the audacity to take advantage of my mother's kindness.

Considering how she asked for a large amount of money, Raina was probably mentally prepared for the consequences of her actions.

'Does she really think that she can manipulate the Moore family? How Naive! Ridiculous, even!' I thought with disdain.

After returning to the study, I turned on my computer and browsed through the messages in my e-mail inbox.

A few days ago, I asked my lawyer to draft a contract.

I was really looking forward to seeing Caroline's reaction the moment she saw this contract.

My guess was that she would be pleasantly surprised.

I wondered, 'Will she come to me, ecstatic? Will she kiss me for it?'

I closed my eyes, tapping my fingers on the desk.

The vibration of my phone tore through my imagination.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Adam is also bidding for the land beside the east bank project," replied Richard.

"Is that so? Does he even have the money for it?" I responded with great interest.

"I'm almost done with my work on the racecourse. Nobody will ever attempt to go there now," Richard reported.

I furrowed my eyebrows and ordered, "Give him something that will blow his mind."