Chapter 295 Love Letter
Charles looked up, a bit puzzled as Diana suddenly walked in.
He was holding an egg, and with a crisp crack, the shell split open, and the egg's contents plopped into the bowl.
Without time to deal with it, he paused and said, "It's not ready yet. There's food in the fridge if you want a snack."
Diana shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts, and forced a smile. "Nah, I'm good. Just wanna watch you cook."
She didn't say the rest: 'to make sure you don't add anything you shouldn't.'
Ignoring whether Charles agreed, Diana quickly grabbed a stool and sat at the kitchen bar, resting her chin on her hands, her attention fully on him.
Charles paused almost imperceptibly. That look reminded him of the girls who used to cheer for him when he played basketball in school.
He used to find being stared at annoying, but now he felt a strange sense of pride. Even his movements while chopping vegetables became deliberately graceful.
Diana, unaware of his thoughts, focused intently. It didn't take long for her to realize that Charles was genuinely skilled at cooking, not a novice at all.
Unable to hold back, she asked, "When did you learn to cook?"
Charles was putting spaghetti into a pot. Without turning, he replied, "I never learned."
After placing the pasta, he turned around, wiping his hands as he approached Diana.
Leaning on the bar, he looked her in the eye and continued, "Cooking is simple for me. Process the ingredients, add the right amount of seasoning, and you get a delicious meal. Isn't it like a chemistry experiment?"
Diana was stunned by his words, silently disagreeing. 'How is it similar? Chemistry experiments are precise and meticulous. Cooking is nothing like that; those "right amounts" are impossible for beginners to control!'
By the time she finished her internal rant, Charles had already placed a steaming plate of spaghetti with a fried egg on the bar.
The enticing aroma wafted up with the steam.
Diana instinctively swallowed and praised, "It looks great."
Charles, in a good mood, handed her some utensils. "Eat up."
She didn't hesitate, taking a big bite.
The spaghetti was smooth and chewy, and the egg had soaked up the sauce.
It was truly delicious!
Diana's eyes widened for a moment, then she gave Charles a thumbs-up in approval.
Charles smirked, watching her eat. Diana always managed to provide emotional value without trying.
The portion was just right to fill her up. Once she finished, her hunger was gone.
Feeling good, Diana was less resistant to Charles, like a satisfied cat, temporarily retracting her claws.
At the restaurant entrance, Tessa watched the scene, her expression twisted but helpless.
She pulled out her phone, typed a message, and sent it.
At a café, Claire and Clara sat across from each other, each with a small dessert in front of them, but neither had an appetite. They stared at their phones, faces dark.
From Tessa's message, Diana and Charles seemed close, one holding a plate while the other wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Even in a single photo, their intimacy was evident.
Claire clenched her fists, controlling her emotions. She couldn't afford to lose her cool now.
If she acted too obviously, Clara would be useless as a pawn.
She composed herself and said with feigned regret, "Looks like their relationship is getting better. Mr. Percy seems to really like her."
Clara gritted her teeth, her expression hostile, and spat, "That seductress, Mr. Percy is just temporarily infatuated."
She pulled a letter from her bag, placing it on the table and pushing it towards Claire.
The envelope was pink, with no writing on it, reminiscent of a schoolgirl's love letter.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"A love letter, of course. Isn't her relationship with Billy ambiguous? I'll give them a push."
Clara's expression was calm. She had spent a long time researching and finally had someone write this love letter.
The content was poetic and full of longing for love.
Any girl yearning for love would be moved by a letter from their crush.
Claire's mouth twitched slightly as she picked up the envelope, asking skeptically, "Are you sure this will work?"
Clara, after all, was a woman. How could she still believe in such fairy-tale romance?
"Of course not, this is just the first step."
Clara's fingers intertwined, her elbows on the table, her expression somewhat inscrutable.
She had thought this through carefully.
Based on her years of understanding Charles, he seemed cold and unfeeling, but deep down, he longed for a pure, untainted love.
A heartfelt letter like this had at least a 30% chance of making Charles angry.
Besides, she had other "gifts" prepared.
Each one could be found on a list of things couples exchange.
Claire, initially worried, found Clara to be a master of sowing discord after checking her plans.
She decided to let Clara proceed.
It was two days later when Diana saw the letter.
Charles had only stayed at home for a day before returning to the Percy Group.
This gave Diana plenty of free time, and she even went out to meet Sabrina and Isolde.
The three women chatted animatedly, and when the topic turned to Diana and Charles, they all felt a bit anxious for her.
"What a waste of such a pretty face," Sabrina sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
She had once been pushed by her family to marry Charles.
Luckily, she met Diana first and learned the truth. Otherwise, it would have been a disaster.
Isolde chuckled, sipping her coffee. "You girls are always swayed by a handsome face. But Sabrina's right, Diana, you need to think more about yourself now."
"Being by his side, I'm just glad to be alive. As long as he doesn't go crazy, I'm grateful."
Diana hadn't shared her plans with Sabrina and Isolde. It wasn't a matter of trust, but the fewer people who knew, the better.
When she got home, Tessa approached her, her expression neutral, showing no extra emotion.
She pulled out a letter from her pocket. "Ms. Spencer, you have a letter."
Diana raised an eyebrow, surprised. 'Who writes letters these days? And besides, I'm at The Percy Mansion now, how could someone send me a letter here?'
"Who sent it?"
"No idea, it was left at the villa's door. It has your name on it, so I brought it to you."
Tessa pointed to Diana's name on the envelope. The seal was intact, with no signs of tampering.
"Ms. Spencer, aren't you going to look?"
Facing Tessa's probing gaze, Diana put the letter back in her pocket, her voice cold. "It's none of your business."
With that, she went upstairs.
She didn't see Tessa behind her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
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