Chapter 293 You Just Cared About Me
Daphne was puzzled. Why did Hayden and Mark react like that when she mentioned it?
She glanced at Charles, who had been quiet the whole time, and asked Mark, "Why did you ask that?"
"It feels a bit unreal," Mark said.
"He really has amnesia," Daphne insisted. "I watched him closely after bringing him back last night. There's no way he's faking it."
If Charles was acting, he deserved an Oscar.
Expressions, demeanor, and words might be faked, but some instinctive actions and reactions couldn't. After talking with Hayden, she tested him. It wasn't fake.
Mark glanced at Charles, curiosity in his eyes.
Charles frowned, thinking, 'Why is he staring at me? Doesn't he know it's rude to stare?'
"Charles," Daphne called out.
Charles's attention snapped to her. "Daphne."
"Let me introduce you," Daphne said. "This is your former assistant, Mark. You trusted him a lot, and you two had a good relationship."
"Assistant?" Charles tilted his head, confused.
Daphne gave a simple explanation. "He used to manage your schedule and handle tasks you assigned him. But you don't need to worry about that now. Just know you two had a good relationship."
"I'll remember that," Charles nodded.
Mark was full of questions. Was this really their decisive, cold, and indifferent boss? So gentle?
"Do you want to go to the company with him for a tour?" Daphne suggested.
Charles's hand tightened; he started overthinking.
Was Daphne going to abandon him?
He bit his lip and asked softly, "Can I not go?"
"Of course," Daphne said, noticing his quick change in mood. "It was just a suggestion. It's up to you."
"I don't want to go," Charles said, mustering the courage to express his opinion.
Daphne asked, "Do you want to stay here with Mark or go back with me?"
"Go back with you," Charles blurted out.
His quick response made Mark scrutinize him again.
So clingy to Daphne, Mark had reasons to suspect Charles was acting.
Seeing his firm attitude, Daphne asked Mark a few things and then went to pack Charles's belongings.
Mark wanted to help, but seeing there wasn't much he could do, he sat down next to Charles and called him, "Mr. Lancelot."
Charles's gaze was still pure, much colder than when he was with Daphne. "Are you calling me?"
"It's just the two of us now. No need to pretend," Mark said. "How long do you plan to act like a child to deceive Ms. Murphy? Do you need my help with anything?"
Charles looked at Mark as if he were an idiot.
Daphne said he used to be an adult and only became like this because of an illness. But would he really have hired someone as dumb as Mark as his assistant?
"What's wrong?" Mark asked, puzzled by his stare.
Even though he didn't have the same intimidating vibe as before, it still made Mark uneasy.
Charles asked, "Can you stay away from me?"
"Why?" Mark still couldn't tell if he was faking it. "Afraid Ms. Murphy will find out?"
Charles replied, "No."
"Then what?" Mark pressed.
"The book says stupidity is contagious. I don't want to catch it," Charles said, standing up and heading to the bedroom where Daphne was packing his clothes and daily necessities.
Daphne was putting his clothes in the suitcase when she noticed his hesitant expression. "What's wrong? Didn't enjoy talking with Mark?"
"I don't like playing with him," Charles said, tugging at Daphne's clothes. "He asked me weird questions, like a bad person."
Daphne instinctively looked over, curious about what Mark had asked to make Charles react this way.
Mark confessed honestly, feeling a mix of emotions. It seemed that Charles's amnesia and mental regression were indeed real.
After figuring things out, Daphne paused and then comforted Charles. "He just thinks your illness is too unreal, so he was testing you. You can understand it as him caring about you."
"Okay," Charles said, a bit unhappy. Daphne always seemed to be speaking up for others. Was he not well-behaved enough? His eyes dimmed at the thought.
Ten minutes later, Daphne had packed all of Charles's things.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Charles's mood improved. He actively went to take the suitcase from Daphne's hand. "Daphne, let me."
Daphne was about to say she could carry it, but Charles had already taken it.
At that moment, Daphne noticed something she hadn't before. She pulled Charles's hand, looked at the several blisters on it, and frowned. "When did you get these?"
"This morning," Charles didn't dare to hide it.
"While making breakfast?" Daphne asked.
Charles nodded. "Yes."
Charles's lips tightened, feeling more and more unsure. 'Would Daphne think I'm stupid?' he wondered.
Daphne found the blisters a bit glaring. Two of them had even burst. "Does it hurt?"
"What?" Charles thought he was hearing things.
"This," Daphne looked at his blisters and asked again, "Does it hurt?"
Charles's eyes lit up like a child who had received candy; he obediently shook his head. "It doesn't hurt!"
Daphne called and asked the bodyguard to take Charles's luggage to her house. Then, she took Charles to the hospital.
During the entire trip, Charles felt happier than if he had eaten candy.
Thinking about Daphne's concern and her gentle questions, he happily bit his lip, his eyes filled with uncontrollable joy.
When Daphne glanced at the right rearview mirror, she saw him smiling slightly.
"Did you think of something happy?" She instinctively thought Charles was recalling his childhood.
Charles's eyes were bright. "Yes!"
"Can you tell me?" Daphne asked.
She had a simple thought. If Charles remembered his childhood, she would find time to take him to places he used to play or have Hayden accompany him.
Charles's eyes sparkled as he spoke, "You just cared about me."
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