Chapter 184 Allergic reaction
Since it was Diana's idea, Robert was all in.
But Diana was a bit on the fence; she wasn't sure if she could go now. If it weren't for tonight's drama, she'd be free as a bird.
But what if Charles lost it and tried to lock her up again? She'd have to find a way to climb over the wall to escape.
Thinking about it, Diana touched her belly and whispered, "If I really have to climb the wall, you better behave."
After saying that, Diana snapped back to reality and realized she was starting to think of this embryo as her own kid.
It felt kinda weird to admit, but before this, Diana never really thought of the baby in her belly as "hers." To her, it was just something Charles left behind.
But after everything that happened, Diana suddenly felt a sense of relief. Especially tonight, it felt like this child had saved her.
She lay back on the bed, feeling her heartbeat.
And a little further down, there was also a tiny heart beating inside. It was fragile and soft, yet it beat so powerfully. It was her child. Diana's heart was suddenly filled with warmth.
She closed her eyes and silently vowed that she would never let Charles have this child. Even if she had to give birth to this child, the child would be hers alone.
Sleepiness took over, and Diana yawned, no longer thinking about it, and fell into a deep sleep.
Tonight, she was probably the only one who slept soundly.
The next day, Diana stayed in bed until it was almost lunchtime before coming downstairs.
The servants were busy in the dining room, and Evelyn had brought back a bunch of wildflowers from somewhere. The colorful flowers made people feel better just by looking at them.
She skillfully arranged them in a vase and smiled when she saw Diana coming down, "Ms. Spencer, you're awake? Come down and eat."
Diana scratched her head; it seemed like every day, the first thing she did after coming downstairs was to eat.
But her stomach was growling, so Diana sat at the dining table and started eating casually. She looked around but didn't see Jacob.
Evelyn guessed what she was thinking and said, "Jacob went to make a phone call. It seems Mr. Percy is on a business trip and has some instructions."
Diana was surprised, her eyes showing a bit of tension. 'No way, is Charles really going to lock me up? He was the one who took advantage of me yesterday! This jerk!'
Even though she could find a way out, Diana still angrily cut the steak on her plate, imagining it was Charles's face, venting her frustration.
Evelyn watched in shock, not knowing how to stop her.
When Jacob returned, he saw the mess of food in front of Diana. He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat.
"Ms. Spencer, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking? I can have the chef redo it."
Diana put down her knife and fork, moved the ruined steak aside, and continued eating other things.
"No need, it tastes fine." She took a bite of food and then looked up to ask, "Jacob, what did Charles say?"
Jacob was immediately pleased to hear her question, realizing she knew he had taken Charles' call and was beginning to care about Charles' work life.
He replied, "Mr. Percy said to take good care of you, he's on a business trip."
As if the words were too plain, Jacob added, "Mr. Percy hopes you can be happier so he can focus on his work."
Diana was silent for a moment; those sweet words were definitely not from Charles. With his temperament, it would have been a cold command.
But hearing there were no other demands, Diana breathed a sigh of relief, at least she didn't have to climb the wall.
Seeing her silence, Jacob asked, "Ms. Spencer, is there anything you want to say to Mr. Percy? I can pass it on."
These two were so awkward; they definitely needed a push, and Jacob was happy to help.
Diana shook her head and continued eating slowly, "Nothing to say."
'He won't die out there,' she added silently to herself. If he really died out there, she would celebrate with fireworks. But she kept those thoughts to herself, not wanting to scare Jacob.
Jacob was silent for a moment, indeed, being a cupid was not easy.
But after thinking for a moment, he still sent a message to Charles: [Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer asked you to take care of yourself and have a safe trip.]
His blessing was very cliché, obviously not something Diana would say.
But at this moment, Charles was resting on the plane and didn't see the message.
Beside him, Claire was looking at Charles's profile with a hint of infatuation.
There was an aisle between them, but she still turned to Charles as long as possible.
The flight attendants were also talking about it; there was a stunningly handsome guy in first class today.
But they didn't disturb him, just occasionally walked by to steal a glance at Charles's sleeping face.
Then they excitedly went back to share with their friends.
As a woman, Claire naturally understood their thoughts.
Feeling a surge of anger, she raised her hand to order a drink.
The flight attendant who came to serve was tall, and though she wore a mask, her beautiful eyes were captivating.
Her voice was sweet as she softly asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Claire spoke calmly, a very normal request. "I need a glass of orange juice and a blanket."
When the items were brought, she only took a small sip. Then she covered herself with the blanket and pretended to sleep.
In less than ten minutes, Claire suddenly let out a soft moan, waking Charles beside her.
He turned to her, asking in a deep voice, "What is it?"
Claire pulled off the blanket, revealing a visible redness below her neck. There were also scattered red spots on her arms.
"Charles, I feel terrible, I think I'm having an allergic reaction."
She put the blanket aside and tried to scratch.
Charles frowned and stopped her, "Don't move."
Then he called the flight attendant. The previously calm and gentle flight attendant was startled by the scene.
She quickly crouched down to ask, "Ma'am, are you okay? What's happening?"
Claire frowned, the itching making her restless. The next second, her wrist was grabbed by Charles, the hot skin touching the cold hand, making her want to touch more.
But Charles asked in a deep voice, "What are you allergic to?"
Claire shook her head, "I just drank orange juice and used this blanket. I usually can drink orange juice, it must be the blanket that's dirty."
Her voice was certain, and her hands struggled lightly, sounding a bit aggrieved, "It itches so much."
The flight attendant was frightened by her words; if the airline's blanket was dirty, it would be their fault!
She was about to get promoted, and if she got a complaint now, her career would be over.
The flight attendant suppressed her emotions and tried to keep her voice natural.
"Ma'am, if it's an allergy, we have loratadine tablets, can you take them?"
Claire nodded, and soon the flight attendant brought the medicine.
Seeing this, Charles let go of her hand.
She took the medicine without hesitation, but the effect would take some time. Claire's body was still very red, and she looked at Charles with a bit of hesitation, saying softly, "Charles, the blanket they gave me has a problem, it feels so bad."
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