Chapter 33 Revenge on This Woman
Daphne looked him in the eye and replied, "You want me to punch you again?" Charles remained silent.
Perhaps it was the relief of tension or the ambiguous lighting in the room, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to Daphne, standing before him, in every way.
Since they started sleeping in separate beds half a year ago, they hadn't slept together again, let alone discuss something as deep and collaborative as life.
Step by step, he approached Daphne, surrounding her with an invisible aura. Daphne furrowed her brow, not liking this atmosphere.
"I have things to do," she spoke up.
"Don't tell me you don't understand the meaning behind Tony giving you to me," Charles's gaze grew deeper, his breath becoming heavy. "Do you think I would let you leave at this moment?"
Daphne asked, "You want to have sex with me?"
Charles got even closer, catching a whiff of the fresh fragrance emanating from Daphne. He lowered his voice, "Yes."
Daphne remained silent. Just as she was about to ignore him, her body was suddenly lifted up and placed on the bed.
"Charles..."
"Don't speak," Charles's tall figure pressed her down, trapping her within his embrace. With their close proximity, their breaths intertwined.
Daphne could even sense Charles's gradually heating body. As a married woman who had slept with him for a year and a half, she knew exactly what this reaction meant.
"Do you know that you have been very naughty lately?" Charles broke the silence, warm breath hitting her face. "Several times, I've wanted to take you back and teach you a lesson."
Daphne didn't respond, just maintaining eye contact with him. Charles looked at her plump red lips, his Adam's apple bobbing. As his temperature rose and his gaze deepened, he leaned down to kiss her, but Daphne turned her head to avoid it.
Before, Charles had always taken the lead, making her feel pleasured, and reaching new heights, but now, this person was no longer hers.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Charles's voice grew dark and seductive when it echoed in her ears.
Daphne responded firmly, "I don't like fooling around."
Charles paused. For a moment, he didn't grasp the meaning. "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Daphne couldn't believe he didn't understand.
"We haven't gotten divorced yet." Charles blurted out, thinking of what Mark said. "It doesn't count as divorce."
"I'm talking about Kayla," Daphne showed no mercy and said directly, "You slept with me behind her back. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"
As soon as those words were spoken, it was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, instantly dissipating all his desires.
"Move aside," Daphne spoke, her words faint.
Charles, his gaze profound and contemplative, eventually rose from the bed and moved to the living room, creating a subdued and tranquil ambiance.
Daphne got up calmly. Just as she was about to leave, Charles's oppressive gaze fell on her. "Don't you think you should explain what you were doing at Blooming Restaurant?"
"It's none of your business," Daphne couldn't be bothered to respond.
"Blooming Restaurant is a members-only establishment. You couldn't have gotten in there," Charles scrutinized her with his gaze. "Who took you inside?"
Daphne repeated, "I said, it's none of your business."
She had no intention of staying with Charles any longer and walked past him, heading outside, but Charles grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall, his hand propping up near her face. "Daphne, there's a limit to playing around!"
"I didn't interfere before because I wanted you to realize that this social circle isn't as simple as you think," Charles spoke in a hushed, resonant tone. "But after today's events, you should grasp that entering this social circle is no easy feat."
"If Tony had delivered you to someone else, you wouldn't be perfectly intact like you are now."
Charles's words became increasingly heavy, and his eyes grew darker and were filled with coldness.
Daphne provocatively replied, "Oh, really?"
"Don't believe me?" Daphne remained noncommittal.
Charles dragged her to another room in the suite, opened his computer, and his slender fingers tapped on the keyboard. Then, one by one, mosaic-covered photos appeared on the screen.
"These individuals," Charles gestured towards the screen but kept his eyes fixed on Daphne, "have been manipulated and victimized by certain individuals. Some of them have committed crimes and ended up in prison, while others remain entangled within the confines of this social circle."
Daphne stole a quick glance, even though the person's identity was concealed by mosaics. Yet, amidst the obscured faces, she recognized a girl she had encountered before – someone she had reported to the police, although, at the time, there had been insufficient evidence to apprehend the individual.
Some people looked glamorous, but what they were truly like; Nobody knew. She withdrew her gaze, knowing that Charles cared about her, and replied, "I will protect myself."
"Daphne!" Charles was angry.
Daphne remained calm, saying, "I care about myself more than anyone else. I will make anyone who hurts me pay the price. Since we've already chosen to divorce, there are some things you shouldn't concern yourself with."
"You want Evan to take care of you?" Charles became furious.
Daphne didn't deliberately defy him, saying, "I don't need anyone to take care of me."
"So, you're so eager to enter this social circle?" Charles's anger pressed down on him.
Daphne replied, "Yes."
"Even if it means paying a painful price?"
"Indeed."
"Fine," Charles muttered. Standing up, a chill ran through his body, "If something happens, don't cry and come begging for my help."
"Don't worry, it won't happen." Daphne assured him.
This made Charles even more infuriated. He just couldn't understand why, with so much money, she was still so determined to be part of that social circle.
In the world of business, even if you had billions, or tens of billions, there was still a chance you might be taken advantage of.
After their conversation, Daphne and Charles parted ways on bad terms. Charles left, filled with anger, and after compensating for the hotel room door, Mark escorted his boss to the airport.
Over the past few days, they had concluded all the essential collaboration talks. Regarding the lunch meeting today, the boss wouldn't have bothered to convene with those individuals if it weren't for the concealed motives at play.
"Boss," Mark sensed Charles’ bad mood, "Are you really not considering staying one more day?"
"Shut up."
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became oppressive. Charles was feeling agitated. After closing his eyes and calming himself for a while, he opened them and gave an order, "Have Gedser's people give Daphne some trouble, make her back off."
"Isn't that a bit too much?" Mark bravely spoke up.
Charles's eyes grew colder, "Do you pity her?"
"Of course not." Mark was still skilled with his words, "I just thought you still cared about Mrs. Lancelot, so why get a divorce? Wouldn't it be better to bring her back to Ivrea City if you're so worried?"
"Drive the car." Charles snapped at him impatiently.
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