Chapter 227 Sleeping Together
Diana clenched her jaw. What the heck was going on?
Why did Charles show up in the middle of the night, drunk and making a scene, and then just take over her bed?
Her sleep was totally ruined by this mess.
Looking at Charles snoozing peacefully, anger bubbled up inside her, and she yanked the blanket off him.
She grabbed one of his arms, trying to drag him off the bed.
But after a lot of pulling, Charles seemed glued to the bed, not budging an inch.
Instead, Diana was left panting, sweat forming on her forehead.
"Charles, get off my bed!" Diana shouted.
But Charles was out cold, not waking up at all.
Diana stood there for a moment before giving up.
Fine, she'd leave the room to him and find somewhere else to sleep.
But before leaving, Diana grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself.
She then cranked the air conditioning to the lowest temperature.
Satisfied with her actions, she left, taking the remote control with her.
She thought, 'If you like sleeping so much, let's see how you like freezing!'
Diana wandered around The Percy Mansion wrapped in the blanket. At first, she thought about sharing Evelyn's bed, but it was too small for both of them.
And it was super late; she didn't want to wake anyone up. So she tried the doors of other rooms.
The Percy Mansion rarely had guests, and the guest rooms were locked by Jacob after being cleaned.
After circling around, Diana found that except for Charles's room, all the other rooms were locked.
Moonlight shone through the corridor windows, and Diana found herself in a pickle.
She could either go back to her room and sleep on the couch or go to Charles's room.
But when they got married, Charles had made it clear Diana wasn't allowed in his room.
And her memory of that room was still stuck on the moment she was almost strangled to death right after her rebirth.
Diana bit her lip. For the sake of her life, she decided not to risk it.
But she was also unwilling to go back to her room. As she hesitated, she suddenly remembered there was a couch in the living room downstairs.
If she had to sleep on a couch, it didn't matter where.
With that thought, Diana went downstairs with the blanket and made do on the couch for the night.
On the bed, Charles frowned, seemingly trapped in a nightmare.
This dream was particularly cold, colder than anything he had ever experienced, like being thrown naked into the snow on a freezing winter night.
After a while, he finally opened his eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep.
Charles held his head, a bit confused about the situation.
He remembered drinking with Eugene last night and asking some emotional questions.
Then what did he do?
But soon, his thoughts were interrupted by the cold wind.
The air conditioner displayed 60 degrees Fahrenheit, blowing cold air at Charles.
It was five in the morning, the coldest time of the day.
He looked around. The girlish room decor felt both strange and familiar.
After a moment, the lost memories began to connect.
Charles finally remembered what he did last night.
He had come to improve his relationship with Diana on Eugene's advice.
But the relationship didn't improve at all, and Diana took the blanket, leaving him to freeze. Was that fair?
As he rubbed his throbbing temples, the remnants of a hangover dulling his senses, his expression turned grim.
He had never experienced such cold in his life, but now, thanks to Diana, he had a new experience.
It was still early, and Diana was probably still asleep.
Forget about love; if he couldn't sleep well, neither should Diana!
With this vengeful thought, Charles got up from the bed, trying to keep his anger in check.
He was still wondering where Diana might be sleeping when he heard rustling sounds downstairs as soon as he stepped out.
Charles looked down from above.
Jacob and a few servants were gathered around the couch, looking hesitant.
Diana lay curled up on the couch, wrapped snugly in a pink blanket.
"Jacob, why is Ms. Spencer sleeping here? What if she catches a cold?" a servant whispered.
Jacob frowned. They had just woken up and started working in the living room when they saw Diana sleeping on the couch.
They wanted to wake her up, but she looked so peaceful and sound asleep.
They hesitated for several minutes, but no one dared to disturb her.
Jacob sighed. No matter how well she slept, the living room was not suitable for a pregnant woman.
He was about to wake Diana when a light cough came from behind.
The servants turned around and saw Charles standing there in thin clothes. They quickly bowed and greeted him respectfully, "Good morning, Mr. Percy."
Charles ignored them and took a step forward, standing by the couch. He stared at Diana, lost in thought.
Jacob noticed the bloodshot eyes, indicating Charles hadn't slept well.
Thinking the servants had woken him, he apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Percy, we woke you up. It's still early; you should rest a bit more. As for Ms. Spencer…"
Before Jacob could finish, Charles suddenly bent down. His long arms slipped under the blanket and gently picked Diana up.
His movements were gentle, not disturbing Diana in his arms.
Jacob and the servants were wide-eyed, wanting to exclaim but afraid of waking Diana, so they held their breath.
Was this really Charles? Given his personality, he should have yanked the blanket and thrown Diana to the floor.
Jacob was shocked. When had Charles's affections begun to shift towards Diana?
His mind raced, quickly concluding that perhaps the time Diana delivered the medicine had brought them closer.
Watching Charles carry Diana upstairs, Jacob couldn't help but smile.
Indeed, more interaction would warm up their relationship!
Charles carried her up to the second floor, stopping at his room door.
Diana seemed to sense the smaller sleeping space and squirmed a bit in discomfort.
Charles pursed his lips, opened the door, and gently placed her on the bed.
Diana, like a sloth, didn't notice her sleeping posture being observed. She rolled over and continued her deep sleep.
Charles looked down at her for a while and commented, "Sleeping like a log."
He completely forgot about being woken up by the cold, then pulled a corner of the blanket and naturally lay down beside Diana.
The blanket was warm and carried her sweet scent. But Diana had wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, lying on her side with her back to him, showing only the back of her head.
Charles reached out and slowly tugged at the edge of the blanket.
As more of the blanket came to his side, Diana gradually turned over due to the inertia.
They were so close that if Charles moved a bit forward, their noses would touch.
He lingered his gaze on Diana's face, drinking in her long eyelashes and full, tender lips.
The next second, Diana suddenly let out a soft murmur in her sleep.
It was unclear what she said, but the sound was particularly delicate, like a beast pleading for mercy.
With that sound, Charles's breathing became heavier.
His breath fell on Diana's face, causing her to itch. She instinctively raised her hand to scratch and then slapped him.
She muttered, "Snowy, stop it."
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