Chapter 43 I must have taken the wrong medicine to reason with an asshole.
Charles emphasized, "She's not a mistress, and I didn't cheat."
Daphne remained silent. "It's up to you if you want to believe that," Daphne had already convinced herself that he had cheated, be it emotionally or physically. "Let me say it one more time. Whether it's you or Kayla, if you come to me again because of your affair, I won't hesitate to expose your affairs to the public.
You should carefully consider whether you can handle the impact of public opinion."
"And what about you?" Charles's questioning gaze fell on her.
Daphne furrowed her brows, "What about me?"
"Your affair with Evan, and going to the hotel with Tony," Charles asked, his gaze locked onto her, "If it wasn't me there that time but someone else, would you have gone with them?"
Daphne was infuriated for the first time. She reasoned with people, yet they wanted to speak hypothetically with her. She pushed the person away, her words piercing, "I must have taken the wrong medicine to reason with an asshole."
Just as Daphne was about to drag him out, Charles effortlessly walked past her long legs and into the house, sitting on the couch like a master of the house.
He had come to talk to Daphne, but it wasn't appropriate for Kayla to go to her with those matters. But for some reason, as soon as he saw her cold and indifferent face, he couldn't help but say things to provoke her.
Daphne glanced at the person sitting on the couch. She understood Charles well enough that she couldn't drive him away if he truly didn't want to leave.
There was no point in involving the property management or calling the police. They would only respond with, 'This is your domestic affair, we cannot intervene.' Thinking about this, she decided to let it go.
She went back to the dining table to continue her meal. Thankfully, she wasn't a picky eater and could eat according to her body's needs, even when her mood wasn't good. As Charles watched Daphne enjoy her meal, he got angrier!
He had been hungry for over an hour, and coming here, he not only didn't get to eat but also got provoked. With these thoughts in mind, Charles furrowed his brow and made a phone call. Mark had just finished eating when he received the call. 'Boss.'
"Bring me lunch," Charles ordered.
"Huh?" Mark was caught off guard, not understanding where he was supposed to get the lunch from. Charles gave Daphne's address.
"Mrs. Lancelot's place is over an hour's drive from the company," Mark racked his brains but couldn't have guessed it'd be that far. "Plus, the time to order the food, it will take at least two hours."
It was already past twelve-thirty. By the time the boss had his meal, it would be nearly three in the afternoon.
"Okay," Charles replied nonchalantly.
Mark: "Huh?"
He glanced at his phone screen and confirmed it was indeed his boss on the end of the line. The boss was someone who always had his meals on time. But now, unexpectedly...
"How about asking Mrs. Lancelot to take you out for a meal?" Mark suggested, knowing that normal takeout wouldn't be satisfactory. "The taste of delivered food won't be good."
"Up to you," Charles said two words before hanging up.
In an instant, Mark understood. The boss probably wanted to have a meal at Mrs. Lancelot's place, but due to his pride, he couldn't bring it up. They must have had an argument! How childish, whoever speaks first loses.
Just as Daphne finished cleaning up after her meal, she received a WhatsApp message: “Mrs. Lancelot, the boss still hasn't eaten, and it will take quite some time for the food to arrive. Could you please take him out for a meal?”
Daphne: “No, I can't.”
Mark: “I know you're kind-hearted, and you'll surely agree.”
Daphne: “Even if I were kind-hearted, I wouldn't take a jerk to a restaurant.”
Mark gave up so as not to appear too nagging and he silently sent a message to his boss: "Your lunch will be delivered at 3 pm."
Charles furrowed his brow Before he could reply to the message, Daphne's voice came through. She held the notebook that was on the table and casually said, "Mark asked me to take you out for lunch. Are you coming?"
"I don't eat heavily flavored food." Charles began to be picky, but he wondered what Mark was up to.
He stood up and adjusted his suit. He walked up to Daphne, saying nonchalantly, "Let's go."
"Just go straight ahead and turn at the corner." Daphne directed him as if she wasn't the one who was mad earlier. "They have what you like there."
Charles was taken aback. Those words stirred ripples in his heart. He looked at her fair and delicate face with his dark eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of guilt deep inside. His dealings with Kayla had never been fair to her.
As he contemplated, an idea formed in his mind. He decided that after finishing lunch, he would talk calmly with Daphne and apologize to Kayla.
"Thank you." He said in a low voice, tinged with a complex tone, then turned and headed towards the direction Daphne had indicated.
A few seconds later, he arrived at the room Daphne mentioned. Without much consideration, he placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door. When his gaze fell upon the scene inside, a strong anger surged in his eyes. “Daphne!”
Seething with anger, he forcefully closed the door and walked back to the living room, planning to teach Daphne a lesson. This woman needed some discipline. She actually made him eat in the bathroom!
By the time he returned to the living room, Daphne had disappeared. She had already gone back to her room on the second floor, locking the door and putting on noise-canceling headphones to focus on her own affairs.
She wasn't afraid of Charles kicking the door. If he wanted to kick open this door, his legs would probably be disabled.
Two hours later. At the Lancelot Group CEO's office. Mark stood there with a puzzled expression, waiting for his boss to make an announcement. He had been on his way to deliver lunch to the boss when he received a call instructing him not to bring it anymore and to organize a department meeting instead.
When did they ever have a meeting on a Wednesday? He didn't dare to ask.
"Is the meeting organized?"
"Yes, everyone is waiting for you."
Charles remained silent, instructing Mark to fetch the documents and lead the way to the meeting room. A sense of gravity hung in the air within the meeting room, and as the first employee from a department faced reprimand, anxiety rippled through the others. It wasn't until the conclusion of the meeting that all attendees had their share of scolding.
What everyone gleaned from this experience was crystal clear: the CEO's mood today was exceptionally sour. "For those who didn't meet the standards just now, clean the toilets for a month." Charles's words were icy, and his gaze was sharp as a knife.
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