Chapter 386 "Let Me Interview You, Ms. Murphy."
Charles felt heartbroken, the sight of their interlocked fingers glaring.
"Why are you sitting here and not going up?" Daphne noticed his mood but didn't think it was because his memory had returned.
Charles's Adam's apple moved, but he stayed silent.
He stood up slowly, feeling like the short distance between them was a thousand miles.
"Mark's handling some business nearby, so I came with him," Charles said hoarsely, his eyes lingering on her face. "You usually sleep at this time. Why..."
He didn't finish. Whatever she was doing seemed irrelevant now; he had no right to ask.
"Just out for a walk," Daphne said simply.
She usually didn't walk at night, but Benjamin thought she was cooped up too much, so he took her out.
Charles just hummed in response.
Benjamin, still holding Daphne's hand, said softly, "Let's go up; it's cold down here."
"No need, Mark should be done soon, and I have things to discuss with him," Charles declined.
He looked at Benjamin seriously. Good-looking, nice voice, great physique—he met all of Daphne's standards and seemed to have a good character too.
Charles's heart ached as he looked at their interlocked fingers, feeling like his heart was being crushed.
"You two go up first," Charles said, eyes filled with complex emotions, "Don't catch a cold."
Daphne nodded. "Okay."
Benjamin said, "Alright."
Charles turned to leave, but Daphne called out, "Charles."
Charles turned back, his eyes filled with turbulent emotions, unspoken feelings taking over his thoughts.
"If you don't want to regain your memory, then don't," Daphne said naturally, "It's up to you. I won't force you."
She had discussed this with Benjamin; forcing him was pointless.
Theoretically, Charles and Declan were the same person, so relearning everything shouldn't be hard.
Moreover, forcing him could lead to unexpected consequences.
"If none of that had happened and everything went back to the first time we met, would you choose Charles or Declan?" Charles suppressed the dull pain in his heart.
Daphne's lips moved, instinctively wanting to say Charles.
Before the divorce and before Kayla, Charles had been good to her; aside from Benjamin, he was one of the few people she admired.
But now, she had Benjamin. No matter who she chose, it would hurt Benjamin.
Time couldn't go back, and they couldn't return to the past.
"At least now, she would choose Benjamin," Benjamin said, squeezing Daphne's hand, his tone lazy and low.
Charles's heart tightened, and he said nothing more, leaving with a simple "rest early."
He couldn't bear to watch them being affectionate; all of this should have been his.
He had lost the girl who liked him; it was his fault.
Watching Charles's desolate back, Daphne frowned. "Do you think Charles is acting strange?"
"A bit," Benjamin replied indifferently.
He didn't care about Charles's intentions as long as he didn't hurt Daphne again.
Daphne took out her phone and messaged Mark, noting that Charles seemed off and that Mark should look after him.
After sending the message, she went upstairs with Benjamin.
In the living room, Benjamin held Daphne on his lap, surprising her with the sudden intimacy.
"Alright, Ms. Murphy, let me ask you this: if everything went back to the beginning and both Charles and I confessed to you at the same time, who'd you go for?" Benjamin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Daphne wasn't clueless. "You."
Benjamin said, "I want the truth."
Daphne still said, "You."
Benjamin asked, "Really?"
Daphne nodded. "Yes."
"I won't get mad; just tell me your true thoughts," Benjamin insisted. "No lying."
Daphne hesitated. Benjamin wasn't one to joke about such things; if he said this, he genuinely wanted to know.
"Really say it?" Daphne was unsure.
Benjamin already knew the answer but still replied, "Yes."
Daphne was honest. "Charles."
Benjamin laughed in exasperation; Daphne really needed some discipline.
"You promised not to get mad," Daphne quickly added.
"Why him?" Benjamin was curious. "Aren't I good?"
"You're great, but you said if everything went back to the beginning," Daphne explained seriously, "At that time, my impression of you was still as a cold, strict, trap-setting instructor."
Daphne was telling the truth. If Benjamin had confessed to her back then, she might have reacted the same way she did the first time he brought her breakfast.
She would have wondered what she did to offend him and then tried to escape.
"Was I that scary?" Benjamin didn't expect this reason.
"Ask Emma and the others," Daphne said, her words flowing more freely, "Not just me; even if you confessed to them, they would wonder what they did to offend you."
Benjamin's eyes showed surprise. Was he really that scary?
"Are you mad?" Daphne asked, unsure of his silence.
Benjamin started teasing her. "Yes, very mad."
"I set you as a special contact and even wrote a program myself," Daphne tried to appease him. "Even if my phone is on silent or do not disturb, your messages will have a special notification sound."
She had done this after not replying to his goodnight message last time.
Benjamin's lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay."
Daphne's eyes shifted. Was he still mad?
She understood. Putting herself in his shoes, if Benjamin had chosen another girl over her, she would be mad too.
"Don't be mad, okay?" Daphne really didn't know how to comfort him. "I'll buy you something. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you."
Benjamin said, "I don't want anything."
Daphne asked, "Then what do you want?"
"Kiss me," Benjamin repeated, "Kiss me, and I'll forgive you."
Daphne felt a bit embarrassed. Even though they were in a relationship, taking the initiative to kiss him still made her shy.
Seeing her hesitation, Benjamin lazily asked, "Don't want to kiss me?"
Daphne made up her mind immediately. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.
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