Chapter 294 Cooking
Diana pressed her lips together, clearly disgusted by the speech of this evil capitalist.
She rolled her eyes and turned her head away, not wanting to engage with him.
Since she didn't want to go upstairs, Charles didn't push her. Instead, he joined in on the puzzle.
He was a bit distracted, picking up a piece and placing it randomly, his eyes fixed on Diana's fluffy head as he spoke, "What do you want for Christmas? There's an auction in Elverton soon. I'll have the list sent over."
'I want you to stay far away from me.'
Diana thought to herself, but she replied dismissively, "I don't want anything. You don't need to use this as an opportunity to show off your wealth."
"This is our first Christmas together. You should take it more seriously."
"You mean, we have to spend it together?"
Charles paused slightly, his expression darkening at Diana's words.
She was willing to decorate the entire villa but not spend Christmas with him?
"If not with me, then who?" he asked, his brows furrowing, anger rising within him.
Seeing his expression change, Diana instinctively tried to move away.
But her intention was too obvious. The next second, she was pulled over.
Both her wrists were held by one of his hands, and she was kneeling in his lap.
Before she could struggle, her chin was gripped, forcing her to look directly at Charles.
The intense pressure made her frown, but Charles' face was dark, his tone carrying a hint of threat as he spoke slowly, "Answer me."
Maybe he had spoiled her too much lately, making her a bit arrogant, unable to fulfill even the basic duties of a wife.
Diana didn't understand why he was angry, but Charles' sudden outbursts weren't new.
She suppressed her emotions and tried to appease him, "If you want to celebrate Christmas, we can do it together."
Seeing that Charles' expression hadn't softened, Diana tentatively tried to free her wrist.
When she managed to pull one hand free, she was pleased. She wrapped her arm around his neck and cautiously continued, "Just the two of us."
As she spoke, her eyes widened, staring at him without blinking, her light brown pupils reflecting his image completely.
Very beautiful.
Charles' breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing as he instinctively pulled her closer.
His face was still stiff, his tone dissatisfied, "You also need to get me a Christmas gift."
Diana paused, her mind racing.
What? She had to get him a gift? Charles must be crazy. He had wealth and power; what could she possibly give him?
Seeing her hesitation, Charles said in a low voice, "It doesn't have to be expensive."
Even so, Diana still looked troubled. She didn't want to waste time picking out a gift for him.
But since Charles had brought it up, it was a good opportunity to negotiate.
She suddenly smiled, a hint of cunning in her expression, "If I get you a gift, do I get something in return?"
"I already said, the auction..."
"No." Charles' words were cut off by a finger pressed to his lips.
Diana's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him, continuing, "I don't want that kind of gift. I want to be able to come and go from The Percy Mansion freely."
Charles' expression darkened further. He pulled her hand away and said coldly, "Why do you want to go out? To meet Billy again?"
Billy, Billy, always Billy.
Diana gritted her teeth, unable to tell who cared more about Billy, her or Charles.
She wanted to escape, not run into another man's arms!
"Stop imagining things! I'm a normal person. Who wants to be kept like a pet? What am I to you? A pet?"
Her voice was sharp, almost grating.
For a moment, silence fell between them.
Charles stared at her face, trying to discern something, but all he saw was a stubborn expression that made him want to break her.
The tension in his heart suddenly eased, but he was still uneasy.
Gripping her arm, he threatened, "You better not be asking this just to see him."
His gaze was terrifying. Diana blinked and said firmly, "Of course not!"
She wasn't going to see Billy; she was going to see Dean.
Her tone was resolute, showing no signs of deception.
Seeing that Charles was still frowning, she tugged on his sleeve, gently shaking it, "Really, I wouldn't lie to you."
Her voice trailed off, as Diana forced herself to appease Charles.
Fortunately, Charles was very receptive to this.
After a moment of tension, he finally said, "Fine, but if your gift doesn't satisfy me, you'll face the consequences."
Before Diana could respond, her stomach growled loudly, the sound particularly noticeable in the quiet room.
Her face flushed, and she tried to cover it with a cough.
But Charles raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, "Hungry?"
"No, you misheard."
Diana slipped out of his lap and sat back on the couch.
As a pregnant woman, she needed to eat small, frequent meals.
But recently, Tessa had told her she was gaining too much weight and needed to cut back, which made her hungry quickly.
However, Diana also worried about the baby being too big and difficult to deliver, so she accepted the reduced portions, even if it meant being hungry.
Little did she know, Charles thought she hadn't gained much weight at all during her pregnancy. Her belly wasn't even noticeable, and she still looked slender.
"You need to eat more. How can you provide nutrition for the baby if you're so thin? I don't want my child to be weak at birth."
Charles stood up, his presence commanding.
Seeing Diana clutching her stomach, he added, "What do you want to eat?"
"No need, we'll be having dinner in a few hours. I'll just drink some water."
"What do you want to eat?"
Seeing Diana hesitate, Charles' brows furrowed, his tone becoming more serious.
"Spaghetti will do."
Diana shrank back, answering. She was indeed hungry, and spaghetti was easy to digest.
She thought Charles would have a servant make it, but after hearing her request, he took off his jacket, tossed it on the couch, and said, "Give me 20 minutes," before heading to the kitchen.
Diana's eyes widened in shock as she watched his tall figure disappear.
Charles, a wealthy man born with a silver spoon, could cook?
If Jacob were here, he might explain it to Diana.
But for now, she had to process this surprising revelation on her own.
Diana was stunned for a moment before snapping back to reality.
'Who said that just because he went into the kitchen, he must be cooking? What if he's trying to poison me?'
With that thought, Diana didn't hesitate. She rushed into the kitchen, not even bothering to brush off the crumbs on her clothes.
What she saw was Charles with his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular arms with veins slightly bulging as he moved.
His collar was unbuttoned, but the apron covered his chest, leaving some to the imagination.
The word that instantly came to Diana's mind was—perfect husband.
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