Chapter 75 Daphne, You're the Jerk
Daphne paused for a moment, then replied in her usual indifferent tone, "There's nothing to talk about."
"I think there's quite a lot to talk about," Charles said as he brought her another glass of water and blocked her path, "Like, who was your first love?"
Daphne refused to answer him.
"Did you really like him?"
"Do you care?" Daphne retorted.
After spending so much time with Charles, she knew what questions would stump him. But this time, she seemed unprepared. Charles's eyes grew darker upon hearing her words, and he pressed against her.
With his low voice slowly saying, "I'm just curious about the person who has lingered on your mind all these years."
"Oh," Daphne already had her response ready. She leaned against the table; her beautiful eyes framed by a pair of curled lashes. "He's just like you."
Charles was unsure what she meant by this. He waited for her to continue, as he knew she would clarify what she meant.
Daphne: "A jerk."
Charles's face suddenly darkened, this woman really was a piece of work!
"If you're really curious about him, you can refer to yourself," Daphne said, her red lips slightly parted, her tone light and airy, "The two of you are like the epitome of scoundrels in this matter."
Charles's gaze grew even darker, and the temperature gradually dropped in the room. Just as Daphne thought he was about to explode; he asked another question.
"And who is Fred?"
Daphne paused for a moment. Fred was her sleeping companion, custom-made according to her habit of hugging plush toys. But she wouldn't tell Charles that.
"What's the matter? Can't say?" Charles couldn't remember the last time he had been so infuriated.
"No, there's nothing you need to know about it.” Daphne remained leaning against the table, facing Charles, “It’s my sleeping companion.”
The words fell out of her mouth. Charles clenched his jaw, his thin lips forming a straight line.
A sleeping companion?! If it weren't for the remnants of his sanity holding him back, he would have stripped this sleeping companion naked and thrown it out to be paraded in the streets!
"I didn't expect Madame to have such an exciting private life before marrying me," Charles said through gritted teeth, the coldness in his dark eyes almost solidifying, "How about letting me try your sleeping companion too?"
Daphne was taken aback. "What's the matter? Can't bear to?" Charles felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
Rex, who had come out upon hearing the commotion, spoke, "Charles... when did you develop such peculiar tastes?" Rex felt that this situation was somewhat difficult for Daphne, and he spoke lightly.
Coughing, Charles took the initiative to speak, "If you want to like men, go find a boyfriend instead of competing with Daphne."
Charles was genuinely angry, feeling a chill all over his body. "If you still want to stay in Ivrea City, then go back to your room."
Rex promptly shut his mouth. He closed the door, to refrain from eavesdropping.
"Do you want to sleep with me?" Charles returned to this topic, speaking seriously.
Daphne blushed at his words. She was curious about how Charles could say something like this with a straight face, as if it were a serious matter. If someone didn't know any better, they would think he was discussing something important with her.
Charles noticed her dilemma and his anger simmered, struggling to suppress the heavy burden in his heart. "Can't bear it?"
"It's not suitable for you," Daphne couldn't imagine a scene where a tall and sturdy man would sleep with a doll in his arms.
Charles felt his heart ache from anger. Did she really think he was sleeping?! He just wanted to see what kind of person could catch this her attention.
If he ever found out who had the audacity, he would kick them out of Ivrea City and Gedser, making sure they would never have a chance to get close to Daphne again!
“How long did you sleep with him?” Charles knew he shouldn’t care, but every time he thought about how, Daphne would return to that person's embrace, in the past and even after their divorce, he felt a huge rock weighing on his chest.
He wanted to ask her what gave her the right to call him scum when she had someone she could sleep with anytime? He had never slept with anyone other than her.
Daphne pondered for a moment. The first time was when she was seventeen, a gift she gave herself. Now, at twenty-four, minus the two years of marriage, that would be twenty-two. Subtract seventeen, it had been five years.
Charles was fuming with anger. How long did she sleep with him to need such a long calculation?!
"Is it that difficult to calculate?" His voice grew colder.
Daphne was startled by the sudden proximity of his voice, she instinctively moved back but found herself backed against the table with nowhere to go. Charles felt her rejection and distance, and an inexplicable irritability filled his heart.
Daphne also realized that she seemed to be following his lead and quickly regained her composure. She retorted, "Didn't you say you wouldn't care about my past? As long as I'm completely devoted to you after we got married?"
"Are you completely devoted?" Charles said with emotions.
He hadn't forgotten when Evan asked if she preferred to sleep alone or with him, and she blurted out that she wanted to sleep with Fred, claiming that being held by Fred was comfortable.
What kind of face made her unable to forget even after two years of marriage? He remembered she had always been a face-judger.
Daphne answered his question, "I am."
"Daphne, you're the one who's a jerk," Charles didn't want to inquire anymore. The more he pursued, the more uncomfortable he felt. "Every day, when you sleep with me at night, do you always want to cuddle with your Fred?"
It was true, it was what Daphne said in her heart. After five years of holding each other, it's really hard to get used to not being able to because of marriage.
"Neither of us owe anything to each other," Charles said in a sulky tone, feeling the collar tightening around his neck. "But if you dare to appear with them after the divorce, I can't guarantee they will leave my sight unharmed."
"Immature man," Daphne replied with just two words.
Charles was already close to her, perhaps irritated by the presence of Fred and his first love, or perhaps his possessiveness taking over. After Daphne uttered those two words, he couldn’t contain himself as he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
It felt slightly cool and tender. The fierce beast that he had suppressed for so long almost burst out of its cage. Daphne never expected him to make this move. In that moment she froze, feeling the warmth of his lips against hers.
Her innocence and naivety only further excited the ferocious beast that Charles had locked away. He held the back of her head with one hand and deepened the kiss. Just as he was about to conquer her, Daphne suddenly pushed him away, her breathing becoming a little frantic.
"What are you doing!"
Her heart was pounding fiercely, her cheeks turning red. She wiped her lips with her hand, and her peach blossom eyes, filled with emotion, became misty.
"What do you think a kiss between husband and wife is for?" Charles's gaze deepened as he stared at her moist lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Daphne was angry. There was nothing she could say about this matter. After wiping her lips twice, she turned to him, her expression cold as she reminded him of something he seemed to forget.
"You have Kayla now, so don't use the mouth that has kissed others to kiss me. It disgusts me."
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