Chapter 279 What Relationship?
As Charles' question hung in the air, Nolan tactfully raised the partition.
For a moment, it was just the two of them in the back seat. The car moved slowly, heading towards The Percy Mansion.
Diana tilted her head slightly, her expression puzzled. "Seriously, you don't get our relationship?"
"What relationship?"
He pressed on, moving closer to Diana, almost enveloping her in his arms.
Diana frowned and leaned back, the woody scent from Charles making her head spin.
After a moment, she lifted her head, her gaze serious.
"A contractual relationship. We signed an agreement, just like the one we had when we got married—divorce after two years. And now, once the baby is born, I'll leave."
Her words were precise, exactly as they had agreed.
But Charles felt as if his heart had been split in two, the pain far exceeding any physical wound. He instinctively clutched his chest.
"Do you have no feelings for this child at all?"
Diana's expression remained indifferent, as if she were an outsider.
"You've always known I didn't want this child. You insisted I keep it because he's the heir to the Percy Group. We've always used each other. Is there a problem with that?"
Suddenly, her tone shifted, a hint of mockery in her eyes.
She poked Charles' chest with a finger, applying slight pressure.
"Are you saying, Mr. Percy, that after spending so much time with me, you've fallen in love with me?"
Charles' heart pounded fiercely beneath his skin, his eyes darkening.
He closed his eyes, feeling the blood in his veins reverse course, his rationality pulling him back.
He asked again, "Then what about everything we've done together..."
"Mr. Percy, we're both adults. Having physical needs is normal."
Diana's words severed the last thread of their relationship.
Charles felt a heavy stone drop into his chest, the heat from his anger scorching it, tearing at his heart.
Diana was his first woman, and he had hoped she would be his last. But to her, it was just a pastime?
What did she take him for? An automatic massager?
"Shameless."
He suddenly cursed under his breath, his face tightening, growing colder.
Diana frowned disapprovingly, her lips pressing together unconsciously, a cold snort escaping.
"You enjoyed sleeping with me, and now you want to morally judge me? Is the child in my belly something I created on my own?"
What purity was he pretending to have? Who knew how wild he was with Claire?
Disgusting!
As she spoke, her breath, warm and sweet, acted like a catalyst, inflaming Charles' emotions.
Charles was nearly driven mad by her words, his rationality slipping away like a wild beast.
He wanted to treat Diana with the coldest, cruelest, most ruthless methods, as if that would free him from the suffocating pain, pulling him out of the madness.
His blood was ignited, his desire for violence and sex growing simultaneously, a savage fire roaring through him.
He pressed Diana against the car seat, his lips silencing her incessant mouth, devouring her like a beast.
Diana's eyes widened, grabbing Charles' collar, trying to push him away.
Her mouth bled from his bites, and he deliberately pressed on the wound, trying to lick more blood.
Diana slapped him hard, but in the confined space, it had little effect.
She felt like her mouth was being torn apart, so she retaliated with a fierce kiss.
Her kissing style matched Charles' aggression.
His already bleeding lips were further wounded by her bites.
This wasn't a kiss; it was a battle of lips and teeth.
But her response and the pain only excited him more, the car filled with the sound of their heated struggle.
The war ended with Diana gasping for air.
Her cheeks flushed, limbs weak, she leaned her forehead against Charles' chest to keep from collapsing.
Charles lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Her eyes were watery, but her mind was clear, her stubborn, resentful look piercing and suffocating him.
Why didn't she look at Billy like that?
He pulled Diana into his arms, almost crushing her shoulder blades.
Diana groaned, her nose hitting bone, tears streaming down from the pain.
But Charles, in his madness, grabbed her hand, placing it on his back, commanding, "Comfort me! Soothe me!"
Her mouth hurt, and she gasped, glaring at him.
"What's wrong with you?"
She was the victim here, the one who needed comforting!
She raised her fist, hitting his back, her voice low but igniting Charles' anger.
He yanked her from his embrace, her swollen lips still muttering things that displeased him.
Why was it so hard for her to listen to him, but easy to listen to other men?
Charles' vision darkened, his heart pounding. Suddenly, his face calmed, and he asked, "Do you really want to leave me that badly?"
"I've always wanted to. I'm not suffering from Stockholm syndrome. Haven't you done enough to make me leave? Charles, we could have parted amicably, but you..."
She paused, choosing her words carefully. "You insisted on clinging."
Yes, clinging.
He regretted it, desperately wanting a family with her. The truth, like a blade, tore through their facade of peace.
Since her rebirth, Charles had hurt her many times. She'd be crazy to want to stay with him.
Charles' eyes were bloodshot, silent, lost in thought.
"Charles, let's end this. Let's part amicably when the contract is over."
Diana feared his emotions would flare again, sitting up straight, her attitude sincere.
In this relationship, she had never been lost.
A beautiful girl singing in a high tower, men drawn to her, only to find the tower unreachable.
She never cared for men's favor. She was the wind, a bird, a cloud. One day, she would leave the tower, far away.
But some people were unwilling. Charles grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
He stroked her hair, from the top of her head to the ends, down her spine to her waist.
It made her shiver.
He said nothing, but it was terrifying.
Diana pushed against his chest, trying to create distance.
But he held her tighter.
Charles treated her like a plush toy, constantly stroking her.
"Let go! I can't breathe!"
Diana's voice was sharp, shouting in his ear.
He loosened his grip slightly but still held on stubbornly.
He lifted Diana onto his lap, facing each other, her legs forced to straddle his waist.
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