Chapter 367 My Name is Declan Lancelot
"My name's Declan Lancelot," Charles said, introducing himself to Daphne with a fake name.
Daphne was shocked.
Charles wanted to leave it at that but couldn't resist.
He walked over, hugged Daphne, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "If you don't remember me, it's like I never existed."
Daphne's hands hung by her sides, but after a moment, she hugged him back.
Feeling him tense up, she said, "Got it, Declan Lancelot."
Charles felt warmth in his heart, and all his extreme thoughts vanished.
He used to want Daphne all to himself, but now he realized just being remembered was enough.
"Come back with me," Daphne said seriously. "I'll show you fun places and beautiful things."
"No need," Charles replied. "To me, you're the most beautiful and interesting thing in the world."
Daphne paused.
Suddenly, Charles had a knife. He smiled. "Remember, there's someone named Declan Lancelot in your life."
Then he stabbed himself in the chest.
To Daphne, Charles might have repaid his debt, but to him, he wanted to end it himself.
The knife pierced his flesh.
Daphne's eyes widened. She grabbed his wrist, pressed a joint, and the knife fell to the ground.
It all happened so fast. From the moment Charles acted to when Daphne knocked the knife away, it was only a second.
Daphne hadn't expected him to pull a knife on himself or act so quickly.
"Charles!" Daphne cried, seeing blood stain his shirt, her heart heavy.
Charles had acted so forcefully that even though she intervened, the knife still pierced a bit.
Daphne quickly pulled out a silk scarf and pressed it against the wound. "Are your bodyguards still outside?"
Charles shook his head. The bodyguards had taken others to the police station. He hadn't planned on leaving himself a way out.
Daphne took out her phone and asked for the bodyguard's number, but Charles refused to tell her.
"Don't bother," Charles said, feeling the pain.
"Your wound isn't deep; it didn't hit any vital organs," Daphne observed. "But if you keep refusing, I'll have to carry you out myself."
Though the knife hadn't reached his heart, the wound was real. If not treated, it could still cause problems.
Charles lay in Daphne's arms, quietly picking up the knife, trying to distract her. "If I die, no one will bother you anymore."
Daphne knocked the knife out of his hand again and kicked it away.
"You won't die, and I won't let you," she said coolly. After some quick first aid, she carried him out.
Charles struggled, clutching his chest. At the warehouse door, he said, "I will die. When Brian treats me again, that'll be the end."
He didn't know how much longer he had, but he knew it wasn't forever.
If Daphne agreed to be with him, he'd refuse Brian's treatment and stay with her.
But Daphne didn't like him. So, he saw no point in fighting it.
He couldn't stand seeing her with someone else, nor could he live well after her rejection.
Daphne's hand paused.
"Or did you save me because you don't want him to die?" Charles's emotions surged.
"Whether it's you or him, I want you both safe," Daphne said sincerely. "I don't want either of you to die or get hurt."
Declan Lancelot had never harmed her, and even his deception was understandable.
Charles had repaid his debt. She just wanted them both to be okay.
"If only one of us could live, who would you choose?" Charles asked. "Me or him?"
Daphne answered without hesitation, "You."
Deep down, she didn't know how to choose. But since Declan asked, she answered him.
She knew he was seeking her attitude. So why not make him happy?
Charles smiled weakly. Leaning against her, he said, "I'll listen to you and go back."
Declan knew he would disappear eventually, but he was satisfied.
Because of that warm hug and Daphne's firm "you."
Charles called the bodyguard, who arrived in five minutes.
Since Charles wore a long black coat, the bodyguard didn't notice his injury.
Daphne helped him into the car and told the bodyguard to drive to the hospital.
For the next hour, Daphne and Charles stayed in the car. The place was so remote they drove on rural roads for a long time.
After another half hour, they entered the city. It was about 1 PM.
During a traffic jam, Daphne got a call from Brian.
"I'm in Gedser," Brian said. "Where are you? Is Charles stable?"
Daphne glanced at the pale-faced Charles and concealed the events. "Stable."
Brian thought, 'Wasn't there an incident? How is it stable?'
"I have things to handle here. I'll talk to you later," Daphne said, noticing Charles's despondent expression, and hung up.
Seeing her lock her phone, Charles was silent for a moment before asking, "Was that Brian?"
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