Chapter 301 Come Pick Me Up, Think of a Reason Yourself
"No, thanks," Charles said, turning back to his room after confirming Daphne hadn't made the call. He didn't come out again.
Daphne, curious about his reaction, was about to text Hayden to ask what they talked about. But before she could, Hayden called.
"Charles went back to his room, right?" Hayden asked.
Daphne glanced around the living room, surprised by Hayden's accuracy. "Yeah, he did."
She almost suspected there was a hidden camera.
"I'll come to see him after the company's annual meeting in a couple of days," Hayden said. "He's really different from when he was a kid."
Daphne agreed. "Alright, let me know when you're coming. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."
"Okay," Hayden replied.
After hanging up, Daphne started to worry.
If it were just simple amnesia and mental regression, it would be fine to take care of him slowly. As Brian said, he might recover one day. But something seemed off with Charles.
She had planned to see Brian the next day, but she had to go to the company; the evening was the company's annual masked ball, so it was postponed.
Early the next morning, Charles got up early to make breakfast, only to find the kitchen door was locked!
Charles stood at the kitchen door, trying several times, but it wouldn't open.
Daphne was awakened by the noise. Just like the day before, she came out in her pajamas with slightly messy hair. "The door is locked."
Charles paused and instinctively looked back at her.
"Your hand injury hasn't healed yet," Daphne said, her voice groggy from waking up early. "Go back to sleep. I ordered breakfast; you won't be hungry."
"Is it because my cooking isn't good?" Charles's head drooped.
"No, I'm afraid your injury will worsen," Daphne replied.
Charles slowly lifted his head to look at her, clearly asking if it was true.
"I have to go to the company later. You stay home with Lydia," Daphne reassured him. "If you need anything or want to buy something, just tell Lydia. She'll call the bodyguard."
"Can I go to the company with you?" Charles asked.
"No," Daphne refused bluntly. "Your identity is quite special. If you show up there, it could cause a stir."
Charles's incident was still being kept under wraps; the media didn't know. If Charles went out, people would definitely notice something was wrong. His current demeanor and behavior were so different from before that it wouldn't take much to see his abnormality.
With the New Year approaching, Daphne didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Suppressing his disappointment, Charles agreed. "Well."
"Good boy," Daphne tried to keep him from overthinking. "Go back to sleep."
Charles reluctantly returned to his room, looking back every few steps.
Thinking about what Daphne had said, he took the phone Brian had given him and called Brian.
It was five in the morning. Brian was still asleep.
Hearing the phone vibrating and ringing on the bedside table, he saw it was Charles calling and answered groggily, "What's up?"
"Do you know about the stuff between Daphne and me?" Charles asked.
Brian replied, "What stuff?"
"Everything," Charles said.
"I don't know," Brian admitted. "But your assistant should. He was with you almost 24/7 except when you were sleeping."
"Mark?" Charles thought of his assistant, Mark.
Brian was a bit surprised and more awake. "You remember him?"
"Daphne took me to see him," Charles said, eager to remember. He didn't understand his past with Daphne.
Until tonight, Charles had always believed what Daphne told him. But now, his intuition told him that Lydia genuinely didn't like him, not just because he looked like someone else.
"You can ask him about everything between you and Daphne," Brian suggested, knowing very little himself. The things he had told Daphne before were taught by Charles.
After getting the answer, Charles hung up without a word of goodbye.
Brian didn't mind, putting down the phone and going back to sleep.
When Mark received a call from Charles at five in the morning, his first reaction was happiness. Charles had finally regained his memory! But when Mark answered the call and heard what Charles said, his joy vanished.
Charles asked, "How much do you know about the stuff between Daphne and me?"
"Ms. Murphy?" Mark asked.
"Yes," Charles confirmed.
"I know most of it," Mark didn't hide anything. Even though Charles had amnesia, he was still his boss. "From your marriage to your divorce, I was with you."
"Come pick me up now," Charles said, sounding like a mature child except when he was with Daphne. "Think of a reason yourself."
After saying that, the call ended.
Mark was full of questions. Why did it feel like this Charles was even harder to deal with than before?
Thinking about this, Mark still got up and drove to Daphne's place. Considering Charles's current mental age of five, he informed Daphne about it.
Daphne was surprised to hear Mark's words. "Are you sure he asked you to pick him up?"
"Yes," Mark was also surprised but guessed. "He probably wants to ask me about your past with him. He asked me how much I knew when he called."
Daphne frowned. Why ask about that?
"Ms. Murphy, is it convenient for me to come over now?" Mark asked.
"Yes," Daphne agreed.
An hour later, Mark arrived.
Charles opened the door and went to tell Daphne that Mark was there to pick him up.
Daphne and Mark exchanged a look, pretending they hadn't talked on the phone. She asked, slightly puzzled, "Mark, why are you here?"
"I need Mr. Lancelot's help with some facial recognition," Mark said with his signature smile. "I want to take Mr. Lancelot away for a day."
Daphne looked at Charles.
Charles maintained his demeanor, holding onto Daphne's clothes and muttering, "Daphne, I don't want to go with him."
Charles knew very well that if he agreed to go right away, Daphne would definitely be suspicious.
Mark thought, 'The amnesiac Charles is really good at pretending.'
Clearly, Charles had called him over, but now he was acting like he was being forced.
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