Chapter 74 Let's Have a Talk
An hour later. Daisy arrived, wearing a warm-toned trench coat with her long brown hair loose.
She was brought in by the bodyguard at the door. If it weren't for confirming on the phone, that the Daphne Evan mentioned, was the same person as her friend Daphne, she wouldn't have dared to come to such a remote place in the middle of the night.
"Mr. Winston," Daisy greeted Evan with a smile as soon as she saw him at the door.
This was Mr. Winston. A prominent figure in the legal world, with who many top lawyers wanted to establish good relationships with.
"Daphne is inside," Evan said in a gentle manner. He didn't directly address her as Daphne in front of others. "She's had a bit to drink, so I'll trouble you to take care of her later."
Daisy agreed, "No problem."
She followed Evan inside, constantly thinking about Daphne. Could her sister have married Mr. Winston? Before she could delve deeper into this question, her footsteps halted as she saw the person taking care of Daphne inside.
Charles?
"Daphne... Daisy paused in the living room, her mind a bit overwhelmed.
Upon hearing her voice, Daphne immediately looked up, her face still expressionless, but her eyes brighter than usual. Upon seeing Daisy, Daphne quickly stood up and ran towards her, throwing herself into Daisy's arms.
"Daisy!"
Daisy was completely taken aback. She hugged Daphne back, her mind struggling to process what was happening. She was an ordinary person, and yet she had met the elusive Charles and Evan overnight. If this got out, nobody would believe it.
"What's going on?" she whispered to Daphne.
"I didn't want to sleep with him, he's too stiff," Daphne said, speaking her mind and feeling that the person she was hugging was so tender. "I told him I wanted to sleep with you."
She swallowed hard. "Who is he?"
"Charles," Daphne replied crisply.
Daisy instinctively looked towards the man in the black suit emitting an air that was difficult to approach. In that instant, she seemed to understand everything. Charles was the man Daphne had mentioned, the one who wanted a divorce to pursue a crush.
"Mr. Lancelot," she politely addressed him.
"Take care of her," Charles said, his thin lips slightly parted. With his tall figure, and words, carrying an invisible pressure, "If you need anything, come find me."
He might not like Daisy, but Daisy's ability to take care of Daphne was another matter. Daisy nodded. After asking which room Daphne would sleep in, Daisy took her upstairs. Fortunately, Daphne wasn't completely drunk this time. After Daisy helped her wash up, she went to sleep.
Neither of the two men in the living room showed any intention of going upstairs. They remained at an impasse until one in the morning, when Evan finally went upstairs to sleep. Daisy hadn't come out, indicating that Daphne had already fallen asleep.
As Evan went upstairs and closed the door, Rex came out of the room on the first floor. He had changed into a dark-colored pajama set, and his hair appeared slightly disheveled from lying on the bed for a while.
Charles, who had finally managed to calm down, instantly got irritated again upon seeing him.
"Don't get angry, it’s the middle of the night," Rex walked over in his slippers and sat on the sofa.
"So you know?" Charles really wanted to punch him. After what he did tonight, he should have thrown him out the window, and let him sleep outside!
Rex casually chuckled and leaned closer to him. "Isn't everything I'm doing for you?"
Charles stared at him, his gaze clearly saying, "How dare you say such things."
"Now, just the two of us, tell me, how did you feel when you found out that Daphne still had an unfinished first love?" Rex asked, his expression unreadable, yet wanting to hear the gossip.
Charles poured a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, with a cold and indifferent remark, "I’m not in the mood."
"You can pretend all you want," Rex immediately exposed him without hesitation, "If you really weren't in the mood, would you have Daphne send you the name, age, and occupation of her first love while playing Truth or Dare?"
Charles wondered why Rex was being so annoying?
"Sometimes you have to learn to face your own emotions," Rex pointed out the key.
The purpose of tonight's game was to make his brother realize that he liked Daphne. His reaction during the first love segment, had demonstrated that he cared a lot, about Daphne's unresolved first love.
Rex decided to up the ante, "If Daphne's first love were to come looking for her now and ask her to divorce you and marry him, how would you feel?"
"She wouldn't dare," Charles's eyes turned cold.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Rex always spoke in the most casual tone when saying the most piercing words, "You divorced her for your first love, so why can't she divorce you for her first love?"
Charles swept a cold gaze, releasing an unrelenting chill. In the end, he responded with, "It's different."
"If you say it's different, then it's different," Rex said what needed to be said and left him with the rest, "Grandfather's eightieth birthday banquet is already being prepared. If you want Daphne to delay the divorce, you can tell her about it tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he went back to his room. Charles sat alone in the living room, thinking about Rex's words and feeling an overwhelming restlessness in his heart. He reached up and loosened his tie to allow his breath to flow more smoothly.
At three in the morning. Charles fell asleep leaning against the sofa.
Suddenly, a faint sound of a door opening came from upstairs, causing him, who was lightly sleeping, to open his eyes. When he looked towards the source of the sound, he saw Daphne coming down from upstairs.
She was wearing a light-colored nightgown, her eyes regaining their usual indifference. Charles knew, from observing her, that she was sober. Daphne was wide awake now. Her tolerance for alcohol wasn't great, but she would wake up sober, even if it was only for two or three hours.
She was thirsty and was about to go downstairs to drink some water when she saw Charles sitting on the sofa, looking at her. Their eyes met. Everything else around them was invisible, the two of them were enveloped together.
Charles was the first to speak, his low, hoarse voice asking, "Thirsty?"
"Mhm," Daphne responded softly. Charles didn't actually hear it, but he could tell from her expression.
He stood up and poured a glass of water for her, placing it in front of her when she came down. His voice was gentle as he said, "Warm."
"Thank you," Daphne took it.
Charles noticed that she drank it all in one go, knowing that she was extremely parched. When she set the glass down, he asked, "Do you want more?"
"No need." Daphne responded. She knew that there was no reason to linger downstairs. Last night, she wasn't completely drunk, she didn't forget what she said or did while playing the game. It was all ancient history!
"Sit down and talk?" Charles's gaze remained fixed on her, his mind filled with thoughts of her first love and that person called Fred.
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