Chapter 317 Cat Slave
Back in the room, the two of them fell into an unusual silence, even a bit awkward.
Diana cleared her throat and sat on the couch, pushing a stack of papers on the coffee table towards him.
"Here's the agreement we signed before. It doesn't cover the miscarriage, but technically, we're done. I don't need your money; I just want you to let me go."
Her tone was calm, like she was discussing the weather.
Honestly, she didn't have much hope that Charles would agree to this.
But it was still necessary to try.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the papers were already in Charles' hands.
His brows furrowed, and he looked deeply displeased.
With the sound of tearing paper, the agreement was reduced to shreds.
Watching Charles turn into a human shredder, Diana's mouth opened slightly, but she said nothing.
"You wanted to talk, right? Well, here's my stance: if you want to leave me, that's never going to happen."
His eyes were intense, and his hand at his side clenched tighter.
"From the beginning, the decision has always been mine. Until I get tired of you, don't even think about leaving!"
Seeing Diana remain silent, he continued with his harsh words, ultimately deciding to keep her by his side.
"Indeed, from start to finish, I never had any other choice." Diana's tone was indifferent, showing little reaction to his words.
Her calm demeanor made Charles feel uneasy.
"You can vent your emotions, but don't think about leaving. I'll compensate you."
Hearing this, Diana looked up, the sunlight turning her eyes into a shade of amber, resembling fragile crystals.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she spoke softly, "Compensate? With your money? To you, giving something you have in abundance to someone who doesn't need it is compensation?"
She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting, and her words were both cruel and innocent, "I want your most precious thing in exchange."
Charles was momentarily stunned by her words. He frowned, standing there, unsure of what Diana meant by "most precious thing."
His wealth? His power?
As long as she stayed with him, she would have those too.
It was like standing in a fog; he suddenly couldn't see Diana clearly.
A wave of inexplicable panic surged in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest.
His heart beat strongly beneath his skin, conveying emotions far more intense than his expression.
Diana tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.
"What are you doing?" she frowned.
"Can't you guess? What I want to say?"
He lowered his head, their faces so close that if Diana tilted her head slightly, their noses would touch.
She was smart enough to understand his meaning.
But she found it amusing. Even at this point, he couldn't directly express his feelings?
Was liking her such an embarrassing, difficult thing to admit?
Diana tilted her head slightly, a fake smile playing on her lips. Their breaths mingled, the atmosphere tense, and she spoke, "I still think you were more interesting before."
It felt like a slap in the face, burning with pain.
Charles finally let go of her hand, stepping back in anger and embarrassment.
Without hesitation, he turned and opened the door.
He fled the scene, but a soft laugh followed him, like the Grim Reaper knocking on the door.
"Charles, did you ever think it would come to this?"
In the 301 private room of Mirage Nights Club.
Eugene watched as Charles returned, clicking his tongue in surprise.
He had barely been home for half a day before calling Eugene out for drinks, clearly having hit a wall with Diana.
Thinking of this, Eugene couldn't help but clink glasses with Charles, then spoke, "So, what happened this time, Charles? Spill it, don't just drink."
Charles had already downed several bottles, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush, his mood extremely low.
His eyes were fixed on a point, silent.
Just as Eugene thought he was spacing out, Charles suddenly spoke, "She doesn't like me, she hates me, maybe even despises me."
Eugene raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink, "And then?"
"She understands what I mean, she knows everything. But she's doing it on purpose, she's just..."
His emotions flared up, a mix of frustration and helplessness, "She's just being willful because she knows I like her."
Eugene couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly straightened his expression under Charles' glare, "You two are quite in sync, aren't you?"
"When she liked you, you acted the same way. Now that it's your turn, you're not happy?"
"If you ask me, this is just karma. People have to face the consequences of their actions sooner or later."
After teasing him, Eugene thought for a moment, then spoke seriously, "Her attitude towards you now is probably how you were before. She must really hate you."
Hearing this, Charles closed his eyes, not getting angry because Eugene was telling the truth.
Seeing that Charles was calm, Eugene felt bolder.
He scratched his head, moving closer to Charles with a playful smile, "Have you ever had a cat?"
Not understanding the question, Charles frowned and shook his head.
Thinking back, he had never had a pet. Spending energy on something useless was a waste of time to him.
But to be precise, he replied, "No, but Diana picked up a dog once. It was smelly and annoying."
Eugene rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant. I was just making a comparison."
"Nowadays, people who are crazy about cats are called 'cat slaves.' They treat their cats like royalty, pampering them and providing the best life."
"So, what does that have to do with me?"
Charles was confused by his words, frowning in dissatisfaction.
Alright, Charles didn't get the metaphor.
Eugene cleared his throat, explaining directly, "What I mean is, you're now in the lower position in this relationship. So, you need to win Diana back."
"When cat slaves want their cats to come to them, they crawl around meowing. You haven't done anything, and you expect Diana to come back to you? Are you crazy, or is she?"
Though his example was a bit off, it made some sense.
Charles pondered, lost in thought.
Thinking he was unwilling, Eugene didn't push further.
Chasing an ordinary woman was one thing, but pursuing Diana required swallowing his pride and shamelessly trying.
Eugene had said all he could; whether Charles would act on it was up to him.
He raised his glass again, shaking it, "Just so you know, this is just a suggestion. It's up to you to decide."
He paused, taking a sip, then continued, "Honestly, I think you'd have better luck with someone else."
"Get lost."
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