Chapter 250 Do You Love Me?
Charles kept a straight face as he helped her into the pajamas, then pulled her into his arms.
Diana was limp, like she had no bones, and their bodies pressed tightly together through the fabric.
He let out a long breath, feeling a moment of peace with her in his arms.
But soon, he was stroking Diana's back, leaning close to her ear, and asked, "Do you love me?"
Diana didn't respond, her brows furrowed in silence.
Realizing how ridiculous his question was, Charles chuckled quietly, burying his nose in her neck, greedily inhaling her sweet scent.
The faint smell of her body wash mixed with her natural fragrance intoxicated him.
"Then just be like before, with only me in your eyes."
His hot lips brushed against Diana's neck, making her shiver.
This time, she seemed to hear him. She let out a low groan, coughed twice, and then said, "Get lost! You pervert, creep!"
Her voice was small and hoarse.
If they weren't so close, Charles wouldn't have heard her.
But he did, and his expression changed instantly.
His arms tightened around her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Diana struggled to push against his chest, trying to get some air.
But Charles was like iron, his body hard and strong.
After several attempts, she was still trapped in his embrace, her chin resting on his shoulder, panting heavily.
The warm atmosphere didn't last long before Charles felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Diana was biting him.
Even with her injured leg and weak arms, she was still fighting back in her own way.
Charles's eyes reddened, and his arousal only grew stronger from her resistance, pressing against her.
Feeling the hardness against her, Diana quickly realized what was happening and pushed him away.
She retreated under the covers, wrapping herself tightly, leaving only her eyes exposed.
"Rabid dog in heat." Diana gritted her teeth, cursing him under her breath.
Her body trembled involuntarily, and she was still swollen and in pain down below. If Charles got aroused again and forced himself on her, she wouldn't be able to take it.
But fortunately, he just sat there for a while before heading to the bathroom.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and he didn't even close the door, openly displaying himself.
The water was set to a very low temperature, cooling his heated body.
He knew Diana was watching him.
Because of her gaze, his arousal stood tall, and Charles squinted, grabbing her discarded panties from the sink.
The soft fabric still carried her scent, and though it wasn't smooth, it was incredibly exciting.
Imagining her beneath him earlier, he matched his movements to the rhythm, breathing heavily.
"Diana!" He wanted to be inside her so badly.
Diana watched him masturbate with her panties, her eyes widening in anger, cursing him as a pervert.
She turned away, wrapping herself up like a Swiss roll, refusing to watch the obscene scene.
But the sounds behind her grew louder, almost deliberately.
The water and his moans were impossible to ignore.
"Diana, you're so soft. So fragrant! Harder!"
It was hard to tell if he was pleasuring himself or if Diana was doing it to him.
"Shut up!"
She couldn't help but shout, and behind her, Charles climaxed at the sound of her voice.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving.
After a moment, he cleaned himself up and walked to the bed.
On the 6.5-foot-wide bed, Diana was curled up at the edge, almost falling off.
Charles tried to pull the covers off her, but she clung to them, resisting.
She wriggled like a cocoon, refusing to shed her skin.
The room was warm, and she wouldn't last long wrapped up like that.
Charles simply picked her up, blanket and all, using her as a human pillow.
He had just taken a cold shower, his body cool.
Holding her, he gradually warmed up.
Diana, trapped in his arms, started to sweat. She struggled to free her arms.
With her initiating, Charles didn't wait any longer, pulling the blanket away completely.
His body was already warm, and the blanket was unnecessary.
Diana was held tightly, her knees bent against his abdomen.
But she hit her injury, crying out in pain.
The grip on her shoulders loosened, and Charles's deep voice came from above, "Stay still."
He reached down, gently massaging her injured ankle.
His hands were warm, soothing the swelling with gentle pressure.
It hurt a bit, but it was also comforting.
Diana's eyes drooped, sleepiness washing over her.
She was naturally sleepy, and after all their commotion, she was only staying awake by sheer willpower.
She yawned, trying to keep her eyes open, attempting to intimidate Charles.
But this cunning Charles continued to massage her while gently patting her back.
It was a gesture a mother would use to lull a child to sleep.
In her past life, she was an orphan, and in this life, Bianca was always busy with work, leaving her with nannies. She never experienced such tenderness.
It felt strange, but also incredibly comfortable.
She yawned again, her eyelids fluttering before finally closing.
The soft sound of her breathing filled his arms, and Charles smiled.
After a while, he straightened her legs, turning slightly to stroke her hair.
In a low voice, he said, "You will love me."
It didn't matter who she liked or if she wanted to run.
He was taught to take what he wanted.
In the Percy family, power and money were all about taking.
Women were no different.
He had only temporarily lost Diana, but he would take her back.
With that thought, Charles tightened his grip, resting his chin on Diana's head, nuzzling her.
Gradually, he closed his eyes, falling asleep in her scent.
That night, he slept soundly, but at six in the morning, his internal clock woke him up.
Diana was still asleep, her hands resting on his chest, her face against his collarbone, her expression unreadable.
Seeing her first thing in the morning softened a part of his heart.
He reached out to touch her cheek, as if handling a fragile treasure.
The next second, Diana frowned, and without opening her eyes, slapped his hand away.
She turned over, continuing to sleep.
Charles's hand stung slightly, and he propped himself up, kissing her ear in retaliation.
Watching her shrink her neck, his mood improved a bit.
He pulled her back into his arms, closing his eyes to rest.
Originally, Charles planned to wait for Diana to wake up so they could have breakfast together before heading home.
But he underestimated her ability to sleep.
As lunchtime approached, Diana was still asleep.
Seeing this, he pursed his lips and got up.
After washing up, Diana was still asleep.
He ate breakfast, and Diana was still asleep.
He was about to leave, and Diana was still asleep.
He couldn't help but think Diana was a real sleepyhead.
Charles finished dressing, reached out to pinch her cheek, and gritted out a word, "Sleepyhead."
With that, he opened the door and left. The driver was already waiting downstairs.
With Diana being so lazy, he had to work even harder to support the family.
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