Chapter 228 Sleepwalking
The slap didn't hit Charles's face but landed right on his chest.
Guys usually ran hotter than girls, and now, wrapped in a blanket, he felt like a human radiator.
The touch was nice, and the warmth was just perfect.
In the next moment, Diana instinctively snuggled into his arms, sleeping more soundly against the heat source.
Charles's heart fluttered, and he looked down, seeing the top of her head.
She was so peaceful.
No fights, no drama, just the two of them sleeping together like a regular couple.
Eugene always said that holding a woman, all soft and sweet-smelling, made him sleep better.
Back then, Charles just scoffed, teasing him for being so old and still needing someone to sleep with.
But now, holding this warm, soft, and sweet-smelling body felt way better than sleeping alone.
Seeing Diana sleep so soundly, Charles started to feel sleepy too.
He slipped an arm under Diana's head, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and gently pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together like a real couple.
If they held their breath, they could even hear each other's heartbeat.
Listening to the heartbeat, Charles thought, 'Since you messed up my sleep, you can make up for it like this.'
Gradually, Charles also fell asleep.
Even though she wasn't fully rested, Diana woke up around ten, driven by hunger.
Now that she was pregnant, she couldn't stand being hungry.
As usual, Diana stretched lazily with her eyes closed, ready to get out of bed.
But halfway through, her hands and feet touched a warm body.
She snapped her eyes open and, in disbelief, reached out to touch it again.
In the next second, her hand was caught by a larger one.
"Don't mess around," Charles said, his voice still hoarse from sleep, as he grabbed the hand that was fumbling on his chest.
Diana turned her head, and when she realized it was Charles, she felt awful.
If she hadn't been a trained hacker, she might have screamed by now.
Her mind went blank, replaying everything, confirming that she had slept on the living room sofa last night.
Looking around, it was clear that this was Charles's room, and a bit farther back was the place where she had been choked.
She blinked, utterly confused about the situation.
Why did she fall asleep in the living room only to suddenly wake up in Charles's bed?
Diana was bewildered, forgetting that her hand was still held by Charles.
Sensing Diana unusually quiet, Charles lifted his eyelids and turned to see Diana looking at him with a slightly dazed expression.
Last night was the most peaceful sleep he had ever had.
So now he was in a good mood.
Looking at Diana's cheek, squished by the mattress due to her side-lying position, he found it adorable and reached out to touch her.
But this action overlapped with the memory of being choked in Diana's mind.
Her eyes filled with fear, she quickly withdrew her hand and sat up.
But she still felt unsafe being too close to Charles.
Diana scooted back until she reached the headboard and stopped.
Her voice trembled slightly, and she looked confused, "Why are you here?"
Realizing this was Charles's room, she quickly corrected herself, "Why am I here?"
This series of resistant actions and questions made Charles frown.
He hadn't done anything, so why did Diana look at him like he was a monster?
Diana bit her lip, watching him sit up, feeling even more scared.
It made no sense for her to be in Charles's bed.
Unless she had sleepwalked or Charles had carried her in.
But she quickly dismissed the second thought.
Charles voluntarily carrying her back to bed?
If Isolde knew about such an absurd thing, she would probably exclaim, "That's incredible!"
Diana bit her lip, looking troubled.
When did she start sleepwalking? She never had before.
Seeing her face change expressions like a palette, Charles just watched her silently.
In Diana's eyes, his silence only served to confirm her suspicions.
Just as Charles was about to speak, Diana lowered her head slightly, her tone sincere, "Sorry, Mr. Percy, I didn't mean to come to your room. I might have a sleepwalking disorder."
Charles's words were stuck in his throat, and his expression was frozen.
She thought she sleepwalked here?
This absurd idea almost made him laugh.
But Diana's apologetic expression was so obedient and cute.
Charles didn't explain, just cleared his throat and said coldly, "Well."
His brief, cold reply left much to the imagination.
Diana's body trembled. Was she really under so much pressure that she started sleepwalking?
But since she had such a good opportunity, why not take the chance to kill Charles?
Did she subconsciously not want him dead?
Thinking of this, Diana quickly shook her head, dismissing the thought.
It was inconceivable; no one desired Charles's demise more than she did.
But now, she was at his mercy.
Diana closed her eyes and apologized again, "Sorry, Mr. Percy. I'll make sure to lock my doors and windows next time I sleep, and I won't wander around."
She looked so obedient that Charles couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
He said lightly, "You do pick your places to sleepwalk."
It was meant as a joke, but to Diana, it had another meaning.
She almost jumped out of bed, instantly distancing herself from Charles, explaining, "Sleepwalking is uncontrollable. I have no intention of touching you. If you mind, I can move to the attic."
The attic was far from here; no matter how severe her sleepwalking was, she couldn't cross the garden and gate, climb to the second floor, and get into Charles's bed.
She quickly thought through last night's situation.
It was likely that Charles, feeling cold, returned to his room.
And when she sleepwalked back, she mistakenly went to the wrong room because the two rooms were too close.
This guess was reasonable, and Diana quickly accepted her sleepwalking, not noticing the increasingly dark expression on Charles's face.
He listened to her drawing boundaries, his eyes gradually darkening.
He had only said these words, and she reacted like this.
But before he could get angry, Diana spoke, "Then, Mr. Percy, if there's nothing else, I'll leave now."
She moved quickly, not waiting for Charles's response, and ran out barefoot.
Back in her room, Diana patted her chest, still feeling scared.
Luckily, she reacted quickly, almost making Charles think she did all this to attract his attention.
With previous experiences, Diana realized that as long as she kept her distance from Charles and behaved, she could avoid many conflicts.
She didn't want to be choked again.
After the earlier commotion, Diana was covered in cold sweat.
She curled her toes, realizing she wasn't wearing shoes.
There was a knock on the door, followed by Evelyn's clear greeting, "Ms. Spencer, are you in there?"
"Come in." Diana responded while sitting on the sofa.
Evelyn opened the door, holding Diana's slippers.
This morning, when Evelyn got up to cook today, the servants looked at her strangely.
Even the usually professional Jacob had a smile on his face, muttering, "Mr. Percy and Ms. Spencer must get along well, Amen."
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