Chapter 226 Drunk
The Richardson Group.
It was already past ten, and only one floor of the office building still had its lights on.
Everyone else had gone home, leaving Billy alone, burning the midnight oil.
He was the head honcho of the Richardson Group, but he was busier than anyone else.
For months, the Richardson Group and the Percy Group had been at each other's throats, and Billy had been running ragged, dealing with all the traps the Percy Group set.
He'd lost some weight recently, and his jawline was more chiseled. His eyes no longer darted around but had the sharpness of a seasoned businessman.
Even Vance couldn't help but remark that Billy had truly matured.
But deep down, Billy knew he hadn't changed. He was busting his butt now just to be a rock for Diana someday.
As long as Diana could lean on him, a little fatigue was no big deal.
After wrapping up the last proposal, Billy put down the documents and rubbed his tired eyes.
After shaking off some of the fatigue, he picked up his phone and checked the time. It was already half-past ten.
But with just one glance, Billy saw a message from Diana. He clicked on it with a bit of excitement.
Diana: [How have you been lately?]
Seeing this message, Billy bit his lip, feeling a bit of a pang.
Honestly, he was tired, frustrated, and missed her a lot.
But a grown man couldn't show weakness. He took a deep breath and replied.
Billy: [Pretty good, what's up?]
When Diana got his message, she was almost asleep.
The sudden buzz woke her up.
Diana opened her phone and remembered the message she had sent Billy. She yawned and forced herself to stay awake to reply.
Diana: [Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you like dogs?]
Billy: [Yeah, my profile pic is of the dog I used to have. Sadly, it passed away.]
He replied quickly, and Diana, following his words, clicked on his profile picture.
She had always thought this Samoyed was cute, and it turned out it was Billy's dog.
Since he had experience with dogs, Snowy would have a place to go.
Diana: [I recently found a puppy. I can't take care of it right now. Are you interested in adopting it?]
Billy paused. It wasn't that he couldn't take care of it.
But he was super busy right now, and dogs needed company, which he couldn't provide.
Seeing that he hadn't replied for a while, Diana seemed to get what he was thinking and, not wanting to pressure him too much.
Diana: [It's okay if you don't want to. I'll find someone else.]
Seeing the words "don't want to," Billy frowned and got a bit anxious.
He quickly replied: [I can take care of it. How old is it? What breed is it?]
Seeing his agreement, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. If Billy was a dog lover, Snowy would surely have a good life.
Talking about dogs, the two chatted for more than half an hour.
In the end, it was Diana who was too sleepy and ended the conversation.
After saying goodnight to each other, Billy held his phone and read their chat history over and over again.
Even though he couldn't be with Diana right now, he could at least take care of her dog.
He optimistically thought, 'Snowy will be our first child!'
On the other side, Diana put down her phone and yawned.
Her eyelids were so heavy they were about to close.
She turned off the light, snuggled under the blanket, and got into a comfy position to fall asleep.
But just as she was about to drift off, a knock on the door sounded.
At this hour, who the heck was knocking? Diana kept her eyes closed, frowning, and didn't plan to respond.
But the knocking kept going, like it wouldn't stop until she opened the door.
After a brief standoff, Diana sighed and reluctantly turned on the light to open the door.
As expected, the only person who would knock on her door at this hour was that jerk Charles!
"Are you out of your mind?" Diana hissed angrily.
Not sleeping in the middle of the night, he must be crazy to come and bother her.
But the Charles in front of her seemed a bit different.
He looked a bit dazed, his hair unkempt yet somehow more effortlessly stylish than his usual neat appearance. He had the aura of a TV star.
Besides, his shirt was so neatly pressed it looked freshly ironed.
Diana frowned. Why would Charles style his hair in the middle of the night?
"Diana," he said slowly, then took a step forward.
She was startled and quickly stepped back to keep her distance.
The scene of their kiss during the day was still vivid in her mind. She didn't want to kiss him again out of nowhere.
But the next second, Charles leaned in directly.
It wasn't until his chin rested on Diana's neck that he slowly exhaled.
Then he murmured, "Diana."
As he spoke, he rubbed his fluffy head against her, like a cat seeking comfort.
Diana frowned, her hands gripping his shoulders, trying to push him away.
She had smelled alcohol earlier. No wonder Charles seemed strange; he was drunk.
She pushed hard and scolded, "Don't come here and act drunk. Go back to your room! You stink!"
But Charles stood firm, and she couldn't budge him at all.
Moreover, after hearing her words, he retorted from her neck, "I don't stink. I took a shower."
"Who cares if you took a shower? Just get out!" Diana was furious, but their strength had always been vastly different, and this time was no exception.
Not only did she fail to push him out, but Charles also wrapped his arm around her waist and took a few steps into the room.
Diana watched as Charles closed the door behind him. She was instantly enraged, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"
She pulled Charles's head from her neck, holding his face in her hands, examining him closely.
Charles's face didn't change much after drinking, but his skin was indeed hot.
Looking closely at his eyes, she could tell they were a bit dazed.
Diana's body temperature was low, and her cool face felt comfortable against his.
So Charles didn't struggle; he merely squinted slightly, catching every nuance on Diana's face.
Seeing that he seemed genuinely drunk, Diana still frowned and tested him, "Who are you?"
"Charles."
She continued, "What's your phone number?"
Hearing him answer obediently, Diana suddenly had a mischievous idea. "What's the company's top secret?"
Charles's lips were tightly pressed together as he stared intently at Diana, remaining silent.
It seemed he wasn't completely drunk. Diana relaxed a bit and stopped teasing him.
When Charles was drunk, he was far more amiable and less confrontational than his sober self.
Even his hand around her waist wasn't a big deal.
She pried his hand off and placed it by his side, then pointed to the door and said, "Go on, sleep in your own room."
If Evelyn were here, she would notice that Diana's tone was the same as when she told Snowy to go back to its kennel.
She treated Charles like a dog.
But clearly, Charles wasn't a dog, and he didn't fall for it.
He stared at Diana, then walked to her bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down.
The whole action was smooth, and by the time Diana reacted, Charles was already lying on the bed as peacefully as a princess waiting for a prince's kiss in a fairy tale.
But now, Diana, the prince, clearly didn't want to kiss him, only wanted to slap him awake.
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