Farewell To My Endless Love

Charles' POV:

When I left the meeting room, I received a call from Samantha.

She gave me her business card the last time we met, and I called her later after some hesitation.

She was indeed one of the most excellent psychotherapists in the country. Her voice was as soft as a feather.

Talking to her made me feel relaxed and it alleviated my headache.

"Charles, is it convenient for you to talk now?"

"Yup. What's up?"

"The Caroline Wilson you mentioned to me last time just contacted me today, and she said that she's coming to my clinic tonight. Would you like to come too?" asked Samantha.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Wait... Caroline agreed to receive treatment from you?" I asked back.

'Caroline actually went with my suggestion?'

The thought alone was enough to make me happy.

"I don't think I should go."

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"Charles, I know how much you care about Caroline. If you want to come, you can wait in the room next door," Samantha responded.

Her suggestion was quite considerate.

And to be honest, it left me no reason to refuse. After I agreed to her suggestion, I hung up the phone.

Then, I finished my work early and left the company.

Soon, I arrived at Samantha's clinic before seven o'clock.

The person who received me was her assistant.

"Hello, sir. Are you Mr. Moore? My name is Doris, Dr. Hoffman's assistant. She has something urgent to deal with, so she asked me to take you in there for the time being." I nodded and followed Doris into a consulting room.

Moments later, the door was opened again.

This time, it was Samantha.

"Is Caroline here?" I asked her.

Samantha approached me and replied, "Don't worry. Caroline will be coming here later."

I nodded in response.

"You don't seem to be in good condition. You haven't been resting properly lately, have you?" she asked.

I glanced at my watch and didn't respond to the question.

"How about I check on you first? Charles, if you can't take good care of yourself, how are you ever going to take care of Caroline?"

Her words left me stunned.

I had been taking lots of medicine nowadays because I had been upset these past few days. However, none of them worked.

If things were to go on like this, my health would eventually dwindle.

"Understood," I replied with a nod.

"Lie down on that deck chair." Having said that, Samantha turned around and played some light music.

Slowly, I closed my eyes and tried to relax myself.

"Tell me, Charles, what's been bothering you lately?"

The sound of Samantha's voice was pleasant to hear, but I was immersed in painful, depressing memories.

"I want to get Caroline back, but she has deeply-rooted misconstrued notions of me and she refuses to give me a chance."

Every word that came out of my mouth was a blow to my heart.

No matter what method I tried, Caroline would ruthlessly reject my advances.

Her tough attitude towards me had made me restless.

"Maybe I can help you mend your relationship with Caroline," Samantha replied.

"Seriously?" I opened my eyes, and sat up, staring into her eyes.

"Of course, Charles. Have faith in my abilities as a professional!" Samantha answered confidently.

"But under one condition; you have to come to my clinic for a session once a week."

I agreed to her proposal decisively.

Honestly, I had no reason to refuse her condition.

For the sake of my future with Caroline, I had to remain healthy both physically and mentally.

As I stood up, tidying my clothes, I

said, "During your session with Caroline later, try to be as gentle as you can. A recent event is stressing her er out. I don't think she cano withstand another stressor"

"Ha! Don't doubt my capabilities, Charles. Anyway... it's almost time. Caroline will be arriving shortly. You can stay here for a while," Samantha said with a smile and left the consulting room.

For some reason, I suddenly began to feel nervous.

I wondered what sort of things Caroline would tell her.

Caroline's POV:

As soon as I entered the psychological clinic with Elena, a woman with curly hair wearing a white coat approached us.

"Hello! I'm Dr. Hoffman. You must be Miss Caroline Wilson." She reached her hand out to me, and greeted me warmly.

I shook her hand and smiled back. "It's nice to meet you. Please, just call me Caroline."

Samantha was soft-spoken.

Her delicate face showed that she really cared for her patients.

She was such a caring, beautiful character that I somehow felt compelled to get closer to her.

Once we were at the door of the consulting room, Samantha turned to Elena and asked, "Miss, can you stay outside? The treatment will be more effective if there are fewer people present in the room." S

"But-"

I cut Elena off and said, "It's going to be okay. Just listen to the doctor."

Samantha opened the door, turned sideways, and gestured me to come in.

"Have a drink of water first." She handed me a glass of water before sitting across me. "Caroline, I know something about you."

I held the glass tighter, lowered my head, and fell silent.

"I hope you can face your fears today. I'm aware that you didn't kill anyone. As far as I can tell, you're also a victim." Samantha sounded so sincere.

I could feel my heart trembling as I whispered, "Thank you for trusting me."

After that awful incident, the public had been attacking me nonstop.

Only my family and friends believed me, while others didn't care enough to listen to my explanations.

Samantha held my hand and helped me lie down on the deck chair.

When I heard the soft music playing, my tense body gradually relaxed.

"Caroline, can you tell me how you've been doing

recently?" asked Samantha.

I clenched my fists and answered cautiously, "Sleepless and anxious."

However, the reality was far worse than I had described.

Every night, when I closed my eyes, I would see Susan.

I couldn't turn off the lights and fall asleep. Each time I was amidst a dark environment, the smell of blood would waft into my nose and it would become difficult for me to breathe.

Samantha patted my hand again. "Caroline, you're too tense. That's not going to help you. Take a deep breath with me, and fully reflect on your feelings."

I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes.

"Bang!"

Gunshots and hurried footsteps came to my mind.

"Eek!"

I screamed and sat up, covering my ears. "I didn't kill her! It wasn't me!"

"Caroline, calm down. I know you're innocent. I believe you," Samantha remarked, trying to pull my hands down.

"No! Everyone suspects that I did it. I'm not the murderer. I didn't kill Susan," I retorted.

"What happened? Caroline, it's okay. I'm here."

A familiar male voice reached my ears. And soon, I was held in his warm embrace.

I raised my head and saw his face, leaving me stunned for a moment.

"Don't be scared, Caroline. I'll take you home," Charles said, wanting to pick me up.

I pushed him away and asked, "What are you doing here?"