Chapter 256 Sleeping Together
Diana yanked her foot back, resisting. "Who wants to sleep with you? Get lost."
They'd only shared a bed once or twice, but Charles, that jerk, really thought he was something special.
Charles held her ankle, his hand teasingly moving up her calf, though his expression stayed calm, like he wasn't the one doing it.
"If you keep moving, I can't promise what'll happen next."
Diana froze. From the moment he'd seized her ankle, her whole body had been on high alert. As his hand crept closer to her thigh, she finally snapped out of her paralysis. She batted his hand away with a sharp smack, yanked her leg back, and retreated to the corner of the bed, turning her back on him without a word.
Charles' hand was red from the slap, but he didn't get mad. He flexed his fingers and then turned off the light.
The room fell into darkness, with only the bedside lamp casting a faint glow.
For a moment, the only sound was their breathing.
Diana was tense, curling up, her attention fixed on Charles. Every fiber of her being was on high alert, waiting for his next move.
But he just adjusted the blanket slightly, turned over, and then there was no more movement.
'Is he asleep? If he is, I'll sneak out.' Diana's mind was racing, but with her back to him, she couldn't see what Charles was doing.
She moved slightly, straining to listen for any sound from him.
But all she heard was steady breathing.
"Charles?" Her voice was soft, testing.
No response.
Lying on one side for too long, her body started to go numb. Once she was certain he seemed asleep, Diana dared to turn over.
The moment she shifted, a jolt of fear shot through her as she found herself staring into a pair of deep, penetrating eyes.
Warm breath brushed her face, their noses almost touching.
Diana covered her mouth, letting out a small cry. "If you were awake, why didn't you say anything?"
She tried to get up, but Charles grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms, making it impossible for her to move.
His voice was low, with a hint of amusement. "Who said being awake means I have to talk? Quiet down and go to sleep."
He had been waiting for Diana to fall asleep, but she had come to him instead.
Her body was soft and smelled nice.
He sighed contentedly, tightened his arms around her, and closed his eyes.
Struggling to free herself, Diana pressed her hands firmly against his neck. "I swear, I'll choke you if you don't let go!"
Charles didn't even open his eyes, speaking calmly. "Evelyn."
Diana froze, her glare fierce and unwavering, but eventually, she withdrew her hands.
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the hand on her waist, lying stiff as a board.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that she finally fell asleep.
Feeling her body relax, Charles smiled, pulling her closer.
He kissed her forehead, and had a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Diana was woken up by Evelyn.
She was only allowed to see Diana twice a day, but Charles hadn't specified for how long.
With her persistent arguments, Jacob had chosen to tolerate it.
"Ms. Spencer, you need to get up, it's already ten o'clock." Evelyn urged, seeing that it was almost lunchtime.
Diana still had to deliver the meal, and if she didn't get up soon, it would be too late.
Seeing no response from inside, Evelyn knocked harder.
Diana finally rubbed her eyes, yawning as she opened the door.
She had gone to bed late last night and hadn't slept well. She didn't even know when Charles had left.
"Evelyn, let me sleep a bit more. I'm so tired."
Evelyn felt sorry for Diana, but Jacob was waiting downstairs.
She took Diana's arm, coaxing her. "Ms. Spencer, I've already prepared the ingredients. You just need to put them in, turn on the stove, and stir."
Diana squinted, finally remembering she had to cook.
Reluctantly, she nodded. "I'll be down in a minute."
She rubbed her head, went back to her room to wash up and change.
When she went downstairs, the kitchen was full of people.
It was the first time Diana had met the chefs of The Percy Mansion.
The chefs were all dressed neatly, introducing the cuisines they specialized in, ready to show off their skills.
Diana shook her head, pointing to the ingredients Evelyn had prepared and saying, "I can't cook, let alone make something fancy. If you want Mr. Percy to be poisoned, then let me make those dishes."
One of the chefs scratched his head. "But Ms. Spencer, I remember you used to cook. You even let me taste your soup."
Diana paused. She had inherited Diana's memories, but not her skills.
Not wanting the chef to ask more questions, Diana brushed it off. "I have a condition where I can't cook for Charles without wanting to poison him."
Jacob, seeing her reluctance, smiled to ease the tension. "It's okay, Ms. Spencer. As long as you're willing to help. The chefs are here to ensure the taste and quality."
It had been hard enough to get Diana to cook. If they pushed her too hard and she ran off, it would be bad.
Hearing this, the chefs didn't say more.
They directed her step by step.
Lighting the stove, pouring oil, adding ingredients, seasoning—Diana followed the steps like a robot. The dishes didn't look great, but they were edible.
Jacob smiled with satisfaction, helping her pack the food into a lunchbox.
"Thank you, Ms. Spencer. Go have your meal first. I'll have the driver take you over later."
Diana was washing her hands, frowning at his words. "I have to deliver it myself? Is Charles crazy? He's so rich, he can eat anything he wants."
Her words were blunt, scaring the chefs into lowering their heads and quickly leaving the kitchen.
Jacob's smile was stiff, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening. "Ms. Spencer, this is also Mr. Percy's request. The driver will accompany you, it won't be tiring."
Diana dried her hands, her face unhappy, but there was no point in getting angry here.
If Charles came back, he would use Evelyn to threaten her again. "Fine, I get it."
Seeing her agree, Jacob nodded repeatedly, going out to arrange the car.
Evelyn was packing the food, looking upset, speaking softly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Spencer. It's because of me that you have to do this."
Diana sighed, forcing a smile, patting her head to comfort her. "It's okay, it's not your fault. Even without you, he would use someone else to threaten me. Robert, and Isolde, they would all be his targets. It's just unfair to you. Is the attic uncomfortable to sleep in?"
Seeing her concern, Evelyn's chin trembled, tears welling up. She shook her head. "It's fine, Jacob arranged it well. I'm not uncomfortable."
Not wanting Diana to worry, she quickly wiped her tears, smiling through them. "Ms. Spencer, let's go eat. We can't let Mr. Percy starve."
Diana nodded, taking her to eat.
They ate the food prepared by the chefs, which was much better than what Charles would get.
Diana ate, feeling speechless.
She couldn't understand if Charles was crazy, insisting on eating her cooking.
After eating, Diana took the lunchbox and got in the car.
By the time she arrived at the Percy Group, it was almost one in the afternoon.
She thought gleefully that Charles was probably starving by now.
Maybe someone had given a heads-up, because the two receptionists didn't say anything when they saw her, pretending not to notice.
After she went upstairs, they exchanged glances.
One of them said in disbelief, "If I'm not mistaken, she's carrying a lunchbox, right? Bringing food for Mr. Percy?"
The other nodded. "That's definitely a lunchbox. My goodness, Mr. Smith told us not to stop her this morning, and it turns out she's delivering food? Didn't Mr. Percy refuse to eat before?"
"Maybe he's trying something new, a change of taste."
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