Chapter 302 This Aura Was Off!
"Then don't go," Daphne said, testing how long Charles could keep up the act. She turned to Mark, "Handle that issue yourself. If you can't, I'll cover any losses."
Mark froze, unsure how to respond.
"Go wash up," Daphne said, blocking Charles and Mark's view of each other. "I'll wake Lydia for breakfast."
"Daphne," Charles said, stunned.
He tried to signal Mark but couldn't see him.
If this kept up, Mark's visit would be pointless.
Daphne played along. "What's wrong?"
"Maybe I should go," Charles said, sounding thoughtful. "He came early; it must be important."
"Exactly!" Mark quickly agreed.
Daphne looked at Charles as if to say, "Didn't you say you didn't want to go?"
"I didn't want to go because I thought you'd leave me with him," Charles explained. "But now I know you won't."
"Really going?" Daphne asked.
Charles nodded. "Yes."
Daphne glanced at Mark, then told Charles, "Alright, if you're not happy, call me, and I'll send the bodyguards."
"Okay," Charles agreed.
After a brief exchange, Mark took Charles away.
To understand Charles's situation better, Daphne asked Mark to update her later. He agreed.
On the way back, Charles sat in the passenger seat.
Mark couldn't figure out Charles. Despite having the mind of a five-year-old, he had a strong presence. He seemed like a different person from Daphne—sweet, understanding, and polite. Now, he was cold and distant.
"Mark," Charles said, his gaze intense, "If you keep staring at me, you'll crash the car."
Mark was driving carefully, so there was no real danger, but he was curious about Charles's sudden change.
"Did you remember something?" Mark asked.
"Do you want me to remember?" Charles countered, sounding obsessed. "Am I not as good as I used to be?"
Mark didn't know how to answer.
For the rest of the drive, Mark stayed quiet and drove to their old neighborhood.
As Mark got out of the car and headed home, he couldn't help but notice Charles's strong presence.Despite his young mental age, he was undeniably commanding—completely different from how he was with Daphne.
"Mr. Lancelot," Mark said, pouring water and sitting across from him. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't want anyone else to know about this conversation," Charles said. "Especially not Daphne."
Mark's heart skipped a beat, but he stayed smooth and adaptable. The person in front of him wasn't the real Charles, so he didn't notice anything unusual.
Mark flashed his signature smile. "Don't worry. I promise to keep it confidential."
"Tell me everything about me and her," Charles demanded, emphasizing, "especially the divorce."
Charles knew what divorce meant but couldn't grasp why he and Daphne would split.
'Am I really unworthy of Daphne's love?' he wondered.
"Well..." Mark hesitated. "You and Ms. Murphy were married for two years. It's hard to cover everything without missing something; it would take all day."
Plus, what was the point of explaining all this to someone with the mind of a five-year-old?
"Just hit the highlights," Charles insisted, doubting for the umpteenth time if Mark was really his assistant. Why was this taking so long, unlike Brian?
Mark glanced at Charles, thought for a moment, and then recounted everything: their meeting, marriage, talk of divorce, divorce, and post-divorce events.
By the time he finished, it was already noon.
Mark hadn't noticed that during his recounting, Charles's expression, demeanor, and even his gaze had subtly changed.
By the end, Charles's mental state was clearly no longer that of a five-year-old.
"That's roughly what happened," Mark said, still tense. "If you want to know more about any specific event, you can ask."
Charles's eyes were downcast. 'So, this is the kind of relationship I have with Daphne,' he thought.
"Mr. Lancelot?" Mark called out.
"You said I got injured saving Daphne," Charles looked up, hiding his emotions. "Is that right?"
"Yes," Mark confirmed. "But I don't know the specifics. Brian should know."
Charles stood up. "Got it."
Mark felt uneasy. Why did it suddenly feel like Charles's aura had changed again?
"Mark," Charles's narrow eyes looked at him, no longer pure and innocent.
Mark felt a chill down his spine. "Mr. Lancelot."
This aura was off!
"I don't know what my temperament was like before," Charles said with a slight, mischievous smile. "But if you betray me and tell Daphne about our conversation, I'll make sure you regret it."
"Mr. Lancelot," Mark was alarmed. 'Why does Charles's smile scare me?' he thought.
This Charles was different from the cold and distant one from before. He seemed friendly but felt dangerous.
"If I'm not mistaken, Daphne probably asked you to update her," Charles leaned in, closing the distance.
Mark, with his experience, immediately shook his head. "No."
"Really?" Charles asked.
Mark nodded. "Really."
"Then send her a message now, saying we've finished talking," Charles ordered.
Mark hesitated. "This..."
"Send it," Charles repeated, his tone carrying immense pressure.
No matter how composed Mark was, he couldn't stay calm now. "Ms. Murphy is probably busy. It's not good to disturb her."
"Have you forgotten who your boss is?" Charles asked with a menacing tone, raising an eyebrow.
Mark brooded, 'Who can save me?'
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