Chapter 182 Going Home
As long as he didn't blow up at her, that was fine. Diana sat up straight, keeping quiet and pretending to be all timid.
"What did you dream about?" Charles asked, his voice icy, a smirk playing on his lips.
Diana blinked, realizing he was talking to her.
"I forgot," she said.
She hadn't really forgotten; she just couldn't talk about the dream.
In that short nap, Diana had a nightmare. It was like her mind was replaying the unfinished business between them at the Mirage Nights Club.
The closeness and the sound of breathing in the dream felt too real. She couldn't even struggle, like she was being pulled into quicksand.
But the scariest part? In the dream, Charles was holding a bloody knife. While he held her, the knife was pressed against her back.
Luckily, she woke up. If she had finished that dream, she'd definitely have some serious trauma.
Charles' jaw tightened, his eyes locked on her face, not missing a single twitch.
He didn't see anything odd, but her sleep-talking had given her away.
He turned away, his face going cold.
He kept telling himself, 'No way I could like Diana.'
The back seat went quiet again, but Diana felt relieved. As long as Charles didn't lose it, she was good with the silence.
The car sped along, and they finally got back to The Percy Mansion.
Diana adjusted her coat and opened the door to get out.
As soon as she stepped out, Evelyn and Jacob came over. "Ms. Spencer!"
Jacob frowned at the sight of the men's coat on her. What was this?
But then Charles got out from the other side of the car.
He was just in a shirt, making it clear the coat on Diana was his.
Charles had given Diana his coat?
Jacob felt a bit relieved. Maybe there was some progress between them.
"Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer, it's cold. Come inside quickly. I've had the chef make some hot soup to warm you up," Jacob said with a smile.
Diana went inside, but Charles stayed put.
"I'm heading back to the office. I won't be home tonight," he said, opening the car door again. He paused, like he remembered something, and added coldly, "Her wrist is hurt. Put some medicine on it."
With that, he got back in the car and slammed the door shut.
The engine roared to life, and the car drove away from The Percy Mansion again.
Evelyn was the first to react, grabbing Diana's wrist to check it out. She found a circle of bruises that looked more like they were from something binding than a bump.
"Ms. Spencer! What happened?" Evelyn exclaimed, quickly pulling Diana inside.
Jacob immediately called for Brenda.
In just one day, Diana needed the doctor more than when she was in the hospital.
Brenda felt helpless; The Percy Mansion wasn't the best place for Diana to rest.
When she saw the marks on Diana's wrist, Brenda took a deep breath.
The main reason pregnant women shouldn't get hurt was that many medications couldn't be used.
If the wrong medication was used, it could lead to a miscarriage in severe cases.
Even if they were lucky and didn't miscarry, fetal deformities were also a big worry.
"Ms. Spencer, your wrist is fine. It's just that your skin is too delicate and bruises easily. I'll have my clinic prepare some ointment for you. It'll heal quickly."
Brenda specialized in gynecology and only had a basic understanding of injuries. It was better to leave this to her family.
Diana nodded. She wasn't that delicate, just prone to bruising.
"Evelyn, Jacob, could you give us a moment? I need to talk to Ms. Spencer alone," Brenda said, sending them out.
Diana looked up, unsure of what Brenda wanted to say.
"Ms. Spencer, you and Mr. Percy need to take it easy. You're pregnant now, and vigorous activity isn't advisable. He needs to hold back," Brenda said, not hesitating to bring it up.
When she checked Diana's wrist earlier, she noticed the red marks hidden under her collar. Along with the wrist marks, Brenda got the picture.
Charles might seem all restrained, but in bed, he was something else.
Diana's cheeks blushed, not from shyness, but embarrassment.
"Okay. Dr. Ramos, please continue," Diana said.
Brenda nodded. Men did tend to lose control easily. As she packed up her medical kit, she asked, "Did you clean up properly? Come to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."
Diana's face turned even redder. She thought, 'Damn Charles, why do I have to deal with this embarrassment!'
But she answered truthfully, "No, we didn't."
"Alright," Brenda said, drawing out the word, her eyes teasing.
Seeing Diana's face full of shame and anger, Brenda decided not to tease her any further.
Standing up, Brenda patted Diana's shoulder. "I'll talk to Mr. Percy. I'll be leaving now. Contact me anytime if you need anything. Take care of yourself."
As Brenda left, Diana quickly went upstairs to her room.
When she took off her clothes and saw the marks on her body, she almost fainted.
Her chest and collarbone were covered in hickeys, the darkest ones on her neck, impossible to hide without a turtleneck.
Looking closely in the mirror, besides the red marks, there were also bite marks. Her waist was red from Charles' grip.
"He's a madman! Bastard," Diana cursed out loud in anger.
The next second, there was a knock on the door, and Evelyn's concerned voice came through, "Ms. Spencer, are you alright?"
Did Brenda say something bad? Why did she suddenly run back to her room?
"I'm fine," Diana replied loudly, holding her clothes. "I just ran around all day and came up to take a shower."
Hearing her calm voice, Evelyn relaxed. "Alright, Ms. Spencer, take your shower. I'll prepare your meal."
'Ms. Spencer has had a long day; let her eat in her room tonight,' with that in mind, Evelyn turned and went downstairs.
In the bathroom, Diana turned on the showerhead, and once the water was hot, she quickly washed up.
She had come back from the party and wore Charles' clothes. The mixed smells were very unpleasant to her.
After a quick wash, she put on a turtleneck sweater to cover the marks.
Meanwhile, in the CEO's office at the Percy Group.
Outside, the bright moon hung high, its light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint glow in the otherwise dark office.
Charles had only a small lamp on, a cigarette burning between his fingers. In front of him, the ashtray held five or six cigarette butts, clearly just smoked.
Charles didn't have a smoking habit; he rarely touched cigarettes except for occasional social situations.
But lately, he often wanted to smell the tobacco to keep himself awake.
Outside, Nolan held his phone, looking troubled.
It wasn't that there was a major work issue, but Brenda had just sent him a message.
Brenda: [Tell Mr. Percy to restrain himself a bit, wait until after the baby is born.]
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