Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 282 Macaroon

Scarlett's POV:

I was startled by a burst of familiar laughter. His tempting voice and the warmth of his breath made me feel limp.

I pressed the switch on the wall and the room instantly lit up, revealing the handsome man who was holding me. "Charles!" I said, staring at him coquettishly. "God, you scared me!" I added. "Sorry about that, babe." Having said that, Charles sat on the sofa with his arms around my waist. "Where have you been?" he asked.

"Didn't Richard tell you?" I asked back, squinting at him.

"Well, he told me that you went out for a walk, but he didn't delve into details," said Charles.

I raised an eyebrow at him, putting on a cunning smile. "I'm gonna keep that a secret for the time being. I'll let you know tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Let's talk about it tomorrow then. But right now, I want you," Charles placed his hand on my waist, loosening up my belt as though he was unwrapping a gift box. I could see in his eyes just how much he wanted me.

I stared back at him as my heart began beating like a drum. After taking a deep breath, I replied, "I want you, too."

All of a sudden, Charles held my face and started kissing me. He planted a kiss on my ear down to my neck. He didn't ignore a single inch of my skin.

After taking off my coat, he reached into my shirt and grabbed my breasts. His gentle caress siphoned my strength.

Out of impulse, I let out a moan.

It was then that Charles laid me down on the sofa, kissing me passionately.

He fondled my breasts ever so gently. And within an instant, the pleasure coursed through my body like a surge of electric current, rendering me weak all over.

"Charles," I muttered, begging for mercy.

Suddenly, he tightened his grasp on me. He then tore apart the rest of my clothes and fondled every inch of my body. The warmth his hands made me feel hot. As I trembled with pleasure, I felt all the blood in my body surge towards my head. Gradually, my consciousness were being drawn away and all my rationality became drowned in lust.

An hour later, he embraced me, catching his breath.

I soon nestled in his arms peacefully. But my body still felt hot; both inside and outside.

Charles hugged me and kissed my cheek.

In retaliation, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. And as I listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat, I let out a sigh. "Charles, I've been feeling restless lately. I'm worried about James."

Gently, Charles stroked my hair. "James is safe. He has bodyguards watching over him twenty-four hours of the day. If you're still worried about him, we can go to New York to see him. Say, the day after tomorrow?"

"Sounds great!" I grinned from ear to ear and rewarded him with a kiss.

But when I wanted to pull away from him, Charles pressed the back of my head. I felt his tongue intruding my mouth, giving me a French kiss. I decided to stop struggling and just immersed in the pleasure of lust.

By the time I woke up, the first ray of sunlight was just shining through the window. The alarm clock on the bedside table told me that it was six in the morning.

I stared at the handsome man beside me, lost in thought.

"Good morning, Charles." I planted a kiss on his lips before I got up from the bed.

All of a sudden, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. Not a second later, I found myself in his embrace.

And as he held me from behind, he kissed me on the back of my neck. "Where are you going?" The sound of his voice was husky and seductive.

The way he kissed the back of my neck made me tremble. I quickly turned around to face him.

After giving him a peck on the cheek, I said, "I've got something to deal with, but I'll be back soon."

Charles nodded and then he closed his eyes while kissing me. I could feel his grasp on my waist becoming tighter and tighter.

Seeing that things were about to escalate, I pushed him away. "Alright, that's enough."

Slowly, Charles opened his drowsy eyes. Right now, he just looked like an innocent young boy to me.

My heart was beating like a drum.

"Come back soon, okay?" Charles remarked, loosening his grip on me.

After gathering my composure, I covered my blushing face and hurriedly got out of bed. Then, I went to the bathroom to wash up, and changed my clothes.

Even when I'd left the room, my face was still as red as an apple. "We basically did it all night long, but I still couldn't control myself around him. Charles is really something," I murmured to myself.

"Something what?" Tracy asked in confusion.

I looked up and saw that Janet and Tracy were waiting for me at the door. Thinking that they heard me, I was so embarrassed. "Nothing! I'm heading downstairs."

They both nodded and followed me to the dessert bar.

The clerk confirmed my reservation and asked me to wait for a moment. Soon, a woman came over to greet me with a smile. "Mrs. Moore, I'm a pastry chef of this dessert bar, Gail."

"Hello, Gail. It's nice to meet you," I replied.

"I'm sorry that the customized macaroons you ordered yesterday tasted a little flaky. It may take some time to make a new batch." Gail looked into my eyes, visibly uneasy.

Suddenly, an idea dawned on me. "How about I bake it myself?"

Gail was surprised by my suggestion. Obviously, she didn't expect that I'd say that.

I realized that the idea was too whimsical, so I chuckled awkwardly and asked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Will it disturb your work? If it's not convenient for you, just forget it. I was just making a casual suggestion."

Gail shook her head and grinned. "Not at all, ma'am! I'll be glad to have you in the kitchen as long as you're willing."

I was pleasantly surprised by her answer. Soon, I followed Gail into the kitchen.

The other pastry chefs in the kitchen were all looking at me and greeting me kindly.

Gail took me to an open work station, gave me a brief discussion regarding the ingredients and taught me how to use the equipment. I had made macaroons before, so I began making them right away.

While Gail was watching me, she asked tentatively, "Mrs. Moore, I never thought you could bake. Did you learn how to, so you could cook for your husband?"

I smiled at her and replied, "Well, yeah. I believe that cooking for him myself is more thoughtful." Gail exclaimed, "Wow! Mr. Moore is so lucky to have a wife like you. I heard that he can be standoffish. Is it difficult to get along with him in private?"

"Not at all. Charles is a gentleman, and he treats me well," I responded.

Gail seemed shocked by my answer, and so were the other pastry chefs around us.

"It's difficult to picture Mr. Moore being gentle,"

she said.

"Actually, there are times that he acts like a spoiled brat," I remarked, exposing Charles' true nature.

The pastry chefs let out a sigh of disbelief. They started to gossip and asked me what kind of person Charles was behind closed curtains.

I couldn't resist their enthusiasm, so I skimmed over the important parts and just told them funny stories of me and Charles back when we were young.

To my surprise, I enjoyed chatting with the pastry chefs. When the macaroons were finally ready, they were still reluctant to see me go.

After bidding them farewell, I went back to the top floor with my handmade macaroon.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already eight in the morning.

Thus, I hurried into the bedroom. The morning sun peered through the curtains, lighting the large bed. Charles' flawless face was as majestic as an angel's.

He was leaning against the headboard. His upper body was naked, revealing his muscular physique. His bright eyes seemed to be full of life, but at this moment, he was squinting at me, making me feel like I was in trouble.

All of a sudden, I saw what was in his hand. It was my cellphone!

I was still half-asleep when I went out just now and I forgot to bring it along.

Charles furrowed his brows. "Didn't you say you would be back soon?" he said.

Startle, I hid the box of macaroon behind my back.

I stared directly at him, and asked in a sweet voice, "Since you're already awake, why don't you get up already? Why are you staying in bed like a child?"

"Because I'm waiting for you to bring me breakfast." Charles put down my phone and locked his eyes on me.

Seeing that I couldn't hide it anymore, I decided to hand him the box of macaroon. "Here's your breakfast." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Charles eyes lit up as he slowly opened the bowknot on the box.

As I watched him untie the bowknot, I remembered how he untied my belt last night. He also did it with so much expectation in his eyes.

"Mmm... it looks great!" Charles took out the macaroon and then he stared at the empty box. "Why is there only one?"

"Well, I made several macaroons, but this is the most special one." I sat on the bed and leaned against him.

Charles stared at the heart-shaped macaroon and smiled brightly. Then, he planted a kiss on my cheek. "Honey, you are so good to me. Thank you!"

I was infected by his lovely smile.

It was then that Charles divided the macaroon by half and gave me the other half.

Upon seeing him try the macaroon, I also took a bite. It was sweet and creamy.

"Is it sweet?" asked Charles.

His question stunned me. "Is it too sweet for you? I can make a sugar-free macaroon for you next time if you want."

"As long as you're the one who made it, I'll love it no matter how sweet it is." Charles gazed into my eyes, holding me affectionately. "Scarlett, promise me you'll stay with me forever."

I smiled back, wrapped my arms around his naked waist, feeling his warmth. "I have no reason to leave you."

I used to be so angry with Charles because he didn't do anything when my father got in trouble, but later I realized that there was nothing he could do against the law. When I thought of how obsessed

I was over my father's case, I felt sorry for Charles. I was so blinded by my rage that I lost my mind. And it was for the same reason that I left him.

We embraced each other, basking in the morning sunshine. Time seemed to stop at this wonderful moment.

When I saw the phone on the bedside table, I was confused. "Charles, why did you check my phone just now? Was there anyone calling me?" I asked.

"Nah. I just wanted to check what time it was."

Having said that, he reached for my waist, and slid his hand upward, stroking my sensitive skin.

"Charles." I held his restless hand, glaring at him.

"I'm not full yet," Charles murmured before he kissed me. Then, he gently nibbled on my tongue and sucked it.

When I was finally out of breath, I pushed him away. "Stop it..."

"But I want you, Scarlett. I won't be able to see you until later tonight. I can't wait for that long, my love." Charles bit my lip as though he was punishing me. It hurt a little bit.

While he was kissing me, he began taking off my clothes. He held my waist with one hand and kneaded my breast with the other.

I wanted to push him away, but when I touched his skin, my hand instinctively caressed him. Then, I put my arms around his neck and catered to his carnal need.

Charles lips went down along my neck and lingered on my collar bone for a while. Moments later, he began sucking on my nipples and gently bit them. A burst of arousing sensation made my entire

body burn with desire.

I instinctively arched my chest, letting my nipple go deeper into his mouth.

"Charles," I moaned.