Chapter 320 Fireworks
After a moment, Diana nodded slightly, agreeing to his invitation.
Even if she didn't want to go, she had just boarded the ship and should familiarize herself with the layout.
Seeing her agree, Charles felt a bit better.
He picked up the coat from the sofa and draped it over her shoulders, then wrapped a scarf around her, bundling her up tightly before reaching out to take her hand.
Diana initially wanted to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly.
After struggling to no avail, she chose to compromise.
Hand in hand, they walked out of the room, one behind the other.
If you didn't look at their expressions, they really did seem like a perfectly matched couple.
As soon as they stepped out onto the deck, Diana pulled her coat tighter.
The sea breeze was cold, and it was already dark.
'What is there to see?' Diana complained inwardly, regretting agreeing to come out with him.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the sky, and a firework exploded, illuminating the sea for a moment.
Diana paused, looking up in surprise.
Other guests also came out at the sound.
More fireworks shot into the sky. Blue and purple sparks streaked across the night, leaving trails of dazzling light.
The shimmering sea below made the display even more brilliant.
The colorful lights intertwined, reflecting on the faces of the people below.
Fireworks were banned in the center of Evergreen City, so everyone was particularly excited to see such a display.
Tiny fireworks were reflected in Diana's eyes. She turned her head and noticed Charles had been watching her.
Seeing her look over, he averted his gaze and asked, "Do you like it?"
"It's pretty."
"If you like it, we can have Jacob set some off at home."
Diana's gaze returned to the fireworks, realizing belatedly that he had brought her out to see this display.
She then said calmly, "No need. Even the most beautiful things get boring after a while."
The fireworks show lasted over ten minutes. Because it was so cold, Diana didn't watch for long before heading back inside.
From inside, the view through the glass wasn't as good, but it didn't stop everyone from enjoying the show.
Servers moved through the crowd, and one seemed to trip over something, stumbling and falling to the ground.
She cried out, clutching her knee and gasping.
The incident happened in a corner, and most people glanced over before looking away.
But the server's voice was too familiar, and Diana couldn't help but look at her for a moment longer.
When her colleague came over to help her up, Diana finally saw the server's face.
Clara? What was she doing here?
"Be careful! The guests here are all wealthy and important. Can you afford to offend any of them?"
The person helping Clara up was her supervisor, who already looked down on this woman who had gotten the job based on her looks.
Clumsy in her work, if she neglected the guests, the supervisor would also be punished.
Clara frowned, standing up with the supervisor's help, her face respectful.
"I'm sorry, Brielle. I wasn't watching where I was going. But I think I twisted my ankle. Can I go rest?"
Brielle, the supervisor, replied impatiently, "What are you even here for? It's only your first day, and you've already twisted your ankle. How are you going to work later?"
Clara lowered her head, hiding the anger in her eyes, and spoke humbly, "If I can't work, I won't ask for my wages."
Hearing this, Brielle rolled her eyes. "If you don't work, of course, you won't get paid. Fine, go rest. Just don't get in the way."
"Okay."
With that, Clara left.
Diana couldn't hear their conversation, only looking away after Clara had left.
"What are you looking at?" Charles' deep voice sounded beside her. He followed her gaze but saw nothing.
"Nothing, I must have been mistaken."
Diana's expression remained unchanged as she changed the subject. "I'm a bit tired. Let's go back."
Seeing her looking weary, Charles nodded slightly.
When they returned to the room, Bronte brought a cup of milk, smiling warmly.
"Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer, you're back. Ms. Spencer, I warmed some milk for you. It will help you sleep."
Diana looked up, about to refuse, but Bronte brought the milk to her lips.
The sweet, cloying smell hit her, and she frowned, her stomach churning. She turned pale and rushed to the bathroom, covering her mouth.
Her reaction was so sudden and intense that it startled both Charles and Bronte.
Charles quickly followed and saw her retching over the toilet.
Fortunately, she hadn't eaten much, so she couldn't throw up, but she looked quite miserable.
"What happened? Ms. Spencer, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?" Bronte was so scared she was stammering.
Charles gently rubbed Diana's back, his eyes full of concern. "Go get the doctor!"
Diana quickly raised her head and stopped him. "No need! I might be a bit seasick. I'll be fine after a rest."
If the doctor came, her fake miscarriage would definitely be exposed.
This baby was fine with everything except milk, for some reason.
Charles didn't notice the anxiety in her eyes, only her pale face and furrowed brow.
"You used to go yachting with friends. I've never heard of you getting seasick."
"Maybe my health has worsened since the miscarriage."
Diana thought for a moment, then tugged on his sleeve. "I don't want to see a doctor. Could you get me some water?"
Charles, who had been about to insist, relented at her request.
Watching Diana drink the water and look better, he turned to Bronte. "Keep an eye on her. If anything seems off, call the doctor immediately."
Bronte stood by, a bit flustered. "Okay, I'll keep an eye on her."
Later, it was time for dinner.
Since Diana had just been sick, Charles didn't take her to the dining room. Instead, he had Nolan bring some of her favorite foods to the room.
Bronte watched her eat, feeling slightly relieved with each bite.
She had thought taking care of Diana on the ship would be an easy job, but now Diana seemed as delicate as a hothouse flower.
After eating, Diana wiped her lips and said, "Alright, you can go. I need to rest."
It was still early, and she wasn't really tired. She just wanted to save her energy for what was to come.
Although the car accident hadn't harmed the baby, the current situation was more dangerous. Resting more was also to protect the baby.
Seeing Diana not running around, Bronte tidied up and left, closing the door behind her.
Once sure she was alone, Diana took out her phone and messaged Dean.
Diana: [I think I saw Clara on the ship. She was wearing a server's uniform, so she must be working. But from what I know, that's not like her. Can you check it out?]
Dean saw the message quickly, frowning as he thought. He matched this Clara with the information he had.
Wasn't she the troublemaker? How could she coincidentally be working on this ship?
Dean: [Alright, I'll check. Sophia, be careful. Lock your door when you sleep.]
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