Chapter 191 Sweet Scent
If Charles managed to open that door, she would bite her hat off.
As she had predicted, Charles tried several times in succession, but the door was locked tight and wouldn't budge.
Frowning thoughtfully, Charles realized that this room was a bit more out of the way compared to the others, and everyone else was downstairs. Even if he smashed the door to bits, the people below wouldn't hear a thing.
During his train of thought, he took out his cell phone to call someone to come up and unlock the door, only to find that he had no signal.
Daphne noticed this too.
"No signal," Charles said, feeling a sense of dread.
"It must be the work of someone behind Kayla," Daphne said calmly, reassuring herself that the party downstairs would end in two or three hours.
If she went missing, her father would look for her. At most, she'd have to spend a few hours in the same room with a person she didn't like.
Charles put down his phone and started searching the room for something useful.
Daphne was searching too. If there was no signal in the room, it meant there was a signal jammer inside.
However, if it was indeed "that" person's doing, finding the signal jammer might not be possible in a short time. That person was meticulous and almost flawless in his actions.
Even if you knew he was behind it, it was extremely difficult to find evidence.
They searched the room intently for roughly ten minutes when Charles suddenly felt his body growing hot and subconsciously took off his jacket, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.
But even with that, the heat in his body did not subside in the slightest.
He wandered the room a bit more and then turned on the air conditioning, setting the temperature a tad lower.
Daphne watched his series of actions, her brow furrowing slightly. Was it really that hot?
Five minutes passed… not only was Charles feeling hot, but he also felt a strange energy coursing through his body, as if...
‘Wait a minute!’ Charles suddenly realized something was amiss.
He paused his actions to properly assess his condition, and his handsome face suddenly changed when he understood he might have been drugged.
"Daphne," he called out.
As soon as he spoke, he realized how unusually deep and alluring his voice sounded.
Daphne turned to look at him, her long and curled eyelashes making her eyes appear bright and large. Seeing the odd look in his eyes, she frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Do you notice anything off about your body?" Charles asked. Ever since he recognized what was happening, the sensation inside his body seemed to become more pronounced, almost as if he couldn't control it any longer.
Daphne was puzzled. ‘What was off?’
Her body had a strong resistance to such substances, so much so that she would be slower to react than Charles.
Upon first entering the room and detecting an odd scent in the air, Daphne didn't pay much mind to it, focusing instead on her search for a signal jammer.
Charles relieved that she seemed all right, offered a suggestion, "Go grab a wet towel and cover your mouth and nose with it. Try not to breathe in the air here directly."
The solution wasn't perfect, but it was certainly better than breathing in the air without any filter.
"You look... really warm," Daphne observed, noticing that he appeared to be overheating.
"Just go," Charles urged, his eyes darkening with intensity.
Daphne fished out a cotton mask from her pocket, wet it in the bathroom, and after wringing it out to dampness, she put it on. The strange fragrance was almost imperceptible through the wet mask.
Seeing that she was prepared, he walked straight towards her.
Before Daphne could question his intentions, Charles stood before her, his voice rough and deep: "Whatever happens, do not come looking for me."
Daphne was puzzled.
He meant to stay in the bathroom. "If you don't listen and something happens, it's on you," Charles said before he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Soon after, the sound of running water could be heard.
Daphne realized the implication of his warning.
But him being affected by whatever was in the air, it seemed unlikely that a cold shower would alleviate his condition.
Charles's subsequent actions proved that it did not help at all. Not only did the cold water fail to cool him down, but it left his body and mind on fire. It was a sensation more intense than any he had felt before, even more so than on the day he married Daphne. The feeling was powerful enough to nearly strip him of his sanity.
Yet he was aware that he must not touch Daphne.
No matter what their arguments or issues were, she was not his wife at that moment, and it was not right to act on such impulses.
"Charles," came Daphne's calm voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
The sound of her voice was torturous to Charles.
Memories rushed to his mind, and he feared losing control and doing something he would regret for the rest of his life.
He suppressed his emotions, his rough voice strained and raspy, "Don't speak!"
‘That foolish woman. Didn't she realize that silence was her safest option at a time like this?’ he thought, frustratingly.
"Open up," Daphne said, offering just two words.
Charles felt like he was going mad. ‘Why wouldn't she heed his advice?’
He understood the danger of his current state; opening the door and seeing her would undoubtedly let the beast within him break free, beyond his control.
Hearing no response, Daphne knocked repeatedly on the door.
For the next two minutes, Daphne knocked while Charles struggled within.
Finally, his rationality waning, Charles spoke before opening the door, "Are you ready to face the consequences if I open this door?"
His query lingered. If Daphne insisted on him opening the door, there were some things he would no longer be responsible for.
Daphne's brows furrowed slightly as she ordered, "Just open the door when I ask, without fussing." As her words echoed, the bathroom door swung open and Charles stepped out, clad in a loosely fitting bathrobe, the steam billowing off him was scorching, and his eyes tinted with desire.
The moment he laid eyes on Daphne's pale, ruddy face, his rationality crumbled entirely, and the tense string within him snapped.
He walked toward Daphne, his mind roaring with a single thought.
But it was just a thought.
The moment he appeared before her, Daphne struck swiftly and accurately, landing a blow to the back of his head.
With a resonant thud, Charles passed out.
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