Chapter 11 My Ex-Husband
"Okay." After agreeing, Daphne hung up the phone. She opened WhatsApp and sent him the details.
Just after she sent the message, there was a knock on the door.
Accompanied by it was Charles' voice, "Open the door, I need to talk to you."
Daphne threw her phone on the bed and walked over to open the door. Her tone lacked the previous tenderness, replacing it with distance and indifference. "What do you want?"
"Grandfather is looking for you." Charles handed over his phone. "He says your line was busy and he couldn't reach you."
Daphne paused, suspecting that it might have been because she was on a call with Evan just now. She took his phone, and her voice softened accordingly. "Hello, Grandfather."
"Calling you so late, I hope I'm not bothering you."
"No, not at all."
"Just now, I forgot to tell you in our hurry to leave. I still haven't solved the chess puzzle you left me last time..."
The two of them chatted on the phone.
Charles didn't bother to listen to what they were talking about. Ever since his grandfather and Daphne became close, his own interactions with him had become less and less frequent.
The most he heard from him was stuff like, "Daphne is definitely more capable than you. Your chess skills are no match for hers. How do I have such a foolish grandson like you?"
Daphne had become the "favorite granddaughter" of his grandfather. And he was constantly being criticized by his grandfather.
Thinking about all this, Charles couldn't help but let his gaze fall on the person who was speaking with his grandfather patiently and affectionately.
He had also experienced this tenderness for two years.
As he was thinking this, the vibration of the phone Daphne had placed on the bed rang out.
Charles instinctively looked over, but before he could see the content clearly, Daphne quickly took it and turned off the screen.
The whole process took less than a second, so fast that he couldn't react.
"I've finished talking to Grandfather," Daphne returned his phone to him calmly, "Here's your phone."
Charles didn't take it.
His eyes were still fixed on the phone Daphne had hidden behind her back.
Although he hadn't seen the content just now, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a name - Evan.
"Don't you want it?" Daphne still held the phone out to him.
Charles' gaze deepened, and he didn't reach out for the phone, "Who sent you a message just now?"
"That's private," Daphne answered calmly.
Charles blurted out, "I am your husband."
Daphne remained silent, just looking at him.
At this moment, he was only wearing a white shirt on the upper body, looking a little more refined than usual. He had rolled up the sleeves twice, revealing a strong forearm.
Charles understood her gaze, "As long as we haven't obtained the divorce certificate, I have the right to know who you are in contact with."
"Mr. Lancelot may not be familiar with the law," Daphne took back her hand that had given him the phone, "Even if you are my husband, you don't have that right without my consent."
"Daphne!" Charles felt a chill enveloping him.
He knew who Evan was.
Although they didn't belong to the same circles, he knew that this person was ruthless and never left room for others.
If Daphne got involved with him, she wouldn't even know she had been deceived!
"Give me the phone."
"No."
"Do I have to force myself to take it?" Charles' gaze darkened.
"If you want me to give it to you, I can." Daphne did not want to physically confront him and found a reason, "But then you have to show me your phone as well."
Charles didn't think much about it, he just wanted to see if the person she was contacting was Evan, "Okay."
"I will check your chat history with Kayla," Daphne stated the reason she knew he would refuse.
Charles pressed his lips into a straight line, after a brief moment of consideration, he indeed refused, "No."
"Then I won't give it to you either." Daphne's attitude was clear.
After saying this, Charles fell silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on Daphne, as if trying to read something from her face.
In the end, he just left with a few words and took his own phone, "Do as you please."
They parted ways without joy.
Daphne didn't bother with his anger, she closed the door and went to sleep.
The next day, they didn't speak much either. Charles made a phone call at noon and then left the house, while Daphne went to see Evan. They both agreed to meet at a restaurant.
When she arrived, Evan was already there.
Evan and Charles were two completely different people.
Charles exuded a sense of detached coldness, while Evan wore a polite smile towards everyone. It was a smile that no one could decipher what he was thinking. Whether he was angry, happy, or displeased, he was given the sly nickname "cunning fox" by Kevin and others.
But despite being such a person, he was extremely good to Daphne.
"Why are you here so early?" Daphne pushed open the private room and saw him, a relaxed and natural expression appearing on her face. "Didn't we say 12:30?"
"Why do you think?" Evan's lips curved slightly, and his handsome and refined face, paired with his glasses and a gray casual suit, made him look like the perfect older brother next door.
Meanwhile, in the corridor outside the private room, Charles walked with two men, one lazy and one gentleman, both exceptionally good-looking.
"Charles, was the woman who just entered your soon-to-be-ex-wife?" one of the men smirked, his words carrying a hint of teasing and playfulness. "If I remember correctly, the one who booked this private room is Evan, the heir to Gedser's the Winston family and a luminary in the field of law."
Charles paused in his steps. He turned back and looked at him, his gaze deepening. "Who?"
"Evan," he repeated.
Charles locked his gaze on that door, almost without any hesitation or contemplation, and walked towards the private room. His mind was filled with images of Daphne being intimate with Evan.
"Aren't you going to stop him?" the gentlemanly man asked.
"Why stop when there's a good show to watch?" the lazy man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he casually put his hands in his pockets.
Charles opened the door with a chilling aura. As soon as he entered, he saw Evan sitting next to Daphne, their relationship seemingly very close. The commotion at the doorway caught their attention.
They both looked up in unison and when they saw him, Daphne paused and spoke with confusion, "Charles?"
Evan also glanced over.
Charles's gaze met his momentarily, his expression as indifferent as ever. He closed the door as if he hadn't seen anything. "Sorry, I went to the wrong room."
"..."
Could he come up with a more clumsy excuse?
"No explanation?" Evan tilted his head slightly and asked calmly.
"There's nothing to explain." Daphne no longer cared about Charles, speaking in a carefree manner. "If you happen to meet him later, don't reveal my identity. I'm just an ordinary office worker in his eyes now."
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