Chapter 357 Daphne's Maneuver
Charles froze, his demeanor softening as warmth filled his heart. But he didn't show it. Remembering her public rejection in front of Benjamin, he shut the door, making his displeasure clear.
Normally, Daphne would walk away, but she needed to keep Charles calm until Brian returned. So, she didn't confront him.
"Ms. Murphy," Mark said nervously.
Daphne pulled out a master key card and swiftly opened the door without knocking.
Mark was surprised. When did Daphne get that?
Charles was pleased to see her but hid it. "Is the Murphy Group's hotel so insecure that anyone can get a master key card?" he said coldly.
"Want to change hotels?" Daphne replied calmly. "I'll pay."
Charles thought, 'Is this about money? Daphne doesn't get me at all!'
"If not, then come back with me," Daphne took charge. "You're not well; don't wander around."
"I don't want to see you," Charles blurted out.
Daphne walked up close, their faces almost touching.
Charles's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what she was up to, yet he couldn't help but notice her flawless skin and rosy lips. His anger faded.
"What are you doing?" Charles steadied himself, staring at her.
Daphne said nothing, grabbed his tie, and effortlessly untied it.
Charles and Mark were puzzled. Was she using her charm? No, they knew her better. A punch was more likely.
Daphne took the tie and blindfolded Charles, tying it at the back of his head. "If you don't want to see me, then don't look," she said calmly.
Charles paused. Mark was stunned.
As Charles raised his hand to remove the tie, Daphne delivered a swift chop to his neck.
With a dull thud, Charles passed out. Daphne caught him and moved him to the sofa.
Mark was dumbfounded. He thought Daphne would talk nicely, but she was so straightforward and rough! No wonder she was his idol.
"Ms. Murphy, will Mr. Lancelot be angry when he wakes up?" Mark asked, concerned but excited.
"I don't know," Daphne admitted.
If it were the old Charles, he'd definitely be angry. But now, Benjamin said Charles wanted her care. By finding him and bringing him back, she should be showing that she cared.
Mark was worried.
Daphne didn't waste time. She called in some bodyguards to take the unconscious Charles away.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, another group of bodyguards surrounded them.
For a moment, it was a standoff.
"This is Ms. Murphy, the person Mr. Lancelot likes," Mark explained. "He fainted from illness, and Ms. Murphy is taking him to the hospital."
The Lancelot family bodyguards thought, 'If Charles is really sick, shouldn't we have been called? Something's off!'
"If you don't want to get fired by Mr. Lancelot, you'd better step aside," Mark whispered to the lead bodyguard. "Mr. Lancelot went to great lengths to pretend to faint and trick Ms. Murphy. If you ruin his plan, you know what's coming."
The lead bodyguard paused. Before he could decide, he saw Charles's hand make a subtle gesture. He understood and signaled the others. They stepped aside.
Daphne had Charles taken away.
In the car, Daphne adjusted the tie that had been hastily tied after he fainted, restoring it to its original state.
Thinking he hadn't eaten since morning, she had someone prepare breakfast, planning to let Charles eat once he woke up.
But even after half an hour at home, Charles showed no signs of waking up.
Daphne stared at him. Based on her calculations, he should be awake by now. Was he pretending?
Standing by the bed, she looked at his peaceful face and said seriously, "Get up and eat breakfast. I know you're awake."
Charles didn't move.
"If you don't get up, I'll pour this glass of water on your face," Daphne threatened.
Charles opened his eyes and slowly sat up. "You rejected me. Why did you bring me back?"
Daphne didn't answer. "When did you recover?"
"The day I went to find Brian," Charles admitted.
Daphne thought for a moment. She was impressed by his acting skills; she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Seeing her silence, Charles's negative emotions started to churn. "Are you angry?"
"No," Daphne replied calmly.
If the old Charles had deceived her like this, she might have been angry, feeling like a fool. But now, she felt nothing—no relief, no anger. He was just someone who needed to be cured, nothing more.
"Get up and eat breakfast," she said, not dwelling on the issue.
The hotel was close by, and it was still not even nine o'clock.
Charles didn't move. He wanted an answer. "You haven't answered why you brought me back. Are you regretting turning me down and planning to accept me now?"
Daphne asked, "Do you want to know?"
Charles nodded. "Yes."
"I'll tell you after you eat," Daphne said.
The conversation was simple.
After speaking, Daphne walked out to the living room, not wasting any more time.
Charles watched her leave, his eyes flickering slightly. Then, he got out of bed, dressed, and followed her out.
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