Chapter 629 More Important Than Diana
Louis was caught off guard and gave Charles a more curious look, wondering who this guy really was.
"Okay," Diana agreed quickly.
Half an hour later, Diana and Louis had changed into clean clothes and freshened up.
As they lounged on the sofa, Diana made sure to sit next to Charles, her cute face looking sweet and adorable. "Charles."
"What's up?" Charles asked, clearly fond of her.
"Would you like to come over to our house later?" Diana's big, bright eyes sparkled. "You've been so good to Louis and me, I want my mom and dad to thank you."
Charles shook his head. "That's not necessary, it's my duty."
"Duty?" Louis felt something was off.
"I'm an adult, and you two are kids," Charles explained simply, knowing Louis was pretty sharp. "Isn't it my duty to take care of you?"
"It's not a duty," Diana said earnestly. "Mom says no one in the world is obligated to be good to us. If someone is good to us, we should be good to them too."
Charles smiled and ruffled her hair.
Diana tugged at his clothes, pleading, "Will you come over to our house?"
"I have something to do tonight, maybe another day," Charles replied.
Diana's face fell slightly. In the adult world, "another day" was often just an excuse. In the child's world, "another day" meant they really would come.
"How about we exchange contact info?" Diana's eyes were full of hope. "Call me the day you come, and I'll wait for you at home."
Charles agreed, "Alright."
They exchanged contact info, and watched this scene, his gaze lingering on Charles's face for a moment before he said to Diana, "Didn't you want to play with Lon? Go ahead."
"I don't want to," Diana refused quickly for once.
Louis was extremely surprised. Diana usually liked playing with Lon the most.
"I want to play with Charles," Diana clung to Charles's clothes, staying very close.
"Go play with Lon first," Louis suggested, wanting to confirm some things but needed to get Diana out of the way. "Play for ten minutes and then come back."
"You're acting strange," Diana said, her sharpness showing.
Louis's expression remained unchanged. Diana looked back and forth between the two of them. "I can tell something's up!"
"What do you mean?" Louis asked calmly.
"You want to play with Charles too, don't you?" Diana said mischievously, looking very cute. "But you're too shy because I'm here."
"Yes." Louis easily handled Diana, his face looking very mature. "Go play for ten minutes and then come back."
"Okay," Diana said with a smile and ran off. She looked back every few steps, her eyes full of happiness and joy. It was the first time in years she had seen Louis take the initiative to play with someone.
As Diana left, Charles's deep voice sounded, his handsome features softening. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"You've been so good to us," Louis began, his mind racing with possibilities. "Do you know my parents?"
Charles paused, clearly not expecting Louis to be so perceptive.
Louis continued, "Did you like my mom before?"
"How did you figure that out?" Charles was curious, his deep eyes showing a bit of interest.
"When we first arrived, your gaze was fixed on Diana and me," Louis's young voice was calm. "Your gaze didn't seem curious or scrutinizing; it was more like you were looking at someone through us."
"Quite the thinker for someone your age," Charles remarked, avoiding the question.
Louis pressed on, still uncertain, "Am I right?"
"Kids shouldn't know too much about adult stuff," Charles sidestepped again. "What would you do with the answer? Trust me more, or take Diana away from me?"
Louis paused, his thoughts settling as another worry quietly crept into his heart.
"Just think of me as an uncle you just met," Charles ruffled his hair and gently pinched his face. "Don't always act like a little adult."
Louis looked at him for a while but ultimately said nothing.
At that moment, Diana bounced back. She covered her mouth in disbelief, speaking dramatically to Louis, "Louis, you let Charles pinch your face!"
Charles raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Other than Mom, you never let anyone pinch your face or ruffle your hair," Diana said as she walked over, looking him up and down. "Even when Dad and I try to touch you, you refuse. Why can Charles do it?"
Although Gavin had ruffled his hair before, Louis had always protected his face well. It was so strange!
Louis remained silent. He couldn't say that he had been moved by Charles's emotions during their conversation and hadn't noticed him touching his face.
"Sorry," Charles was the first to apologize. "I didn't know you didn't like it."
"It's okay," Louis blurted out instinctively.
Diana was even more surprised and reached out to poke his face. "Really okay?"
"Louis, you're so strange."
"Do you like Charles too?"
"Why aren't you talking?"
Diana kept talking.
Louis gently took her hand, sounding like an older brother, "Are you sure you want to waste time on these trivial matters? Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes, and we have to leave after we eat."
"It's okay, I'll play with Charles for ten more minutes after dinner," Diana said with a smile. "Then I'll think about what I did for a hundred minutes when we get back."
Louis suddenly didn't know what to do with her.
His personality was very similar to Daphne's; when others spoke nicely, he didn't know how to respond. This was why he didn't get upset when Charles apologized promptly after pinching his face and ruffling his hair.
Diana, however, was different. She was more like Benjamin; no matter what you said, it wouldn't make a difference.
If you upset her, it depended on her mood and how much she liked the person—if she didn't like them, she would address the issue directly; if she liked them, everything could be forgiven.
"Charles." Diana suddenly leaned in.
Charles snapped back to reality, his handsome face as attractive as ever.
"What are you busy with tonight?" Diana asked, tilting her head. "Is it important?"
"Yes," Charles said.
"More important than me?"
Charles paused.
Diana blinked her eyes.
"Diana," Louis saw Diana pushing her luck and, as an older brother, began to discipline her. "What did Mom tell you when we left the house?"
"I'm not making things difficult for Charles," Diana defended herself, her voice soft and sweet. "As long as Charles says what he's busy with tonight is more important than me, I won't say anything else."
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