Chapter 323 Delivering Clothes
Just as Bronte left, Clara was about to go in when Charles showed up.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly hid herself.
Watching Charles go inside, she could only grit her teeth and continue waiting.
Clara had seen the guest list and knew he wasn't staying in that room, so he should be out soon.
But she waited until her legs went numb, feeling cold and hungry, and still didn't see Charles come out.
It dawned on her that the two of them were spending the night together.
Clara had witnessed countless times how Charles spoke harshly to Diana and knew how much he disliked her.
So even if she suspected he had fallen for Diana, it never felt real.
But the fact that they were sleeping together was a glaring sign that everything was true.
Clara clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly drew blood from her palms.
She stared at the door, unwilling to give up, hoping to see someone come out.
But nothing happened until dawn.
Clara had no choice but to return to her room, seething with anger.
If it weren't for her roommate's comforting words, she would have smashed everything in sight.
In her extreme rage, Clara closed her eyes and thought to herself, 'There are still two days left. Diana, you will be alone at some point!'
The next morning, Bronte brought breakfast and knocked on the door.
"Ms. Spencer, it's time to eat."
Diana frowned. She never got up this early, let alone ate breakfast.
'This Bronte,' she thought, 'is really not considerate at all.'
Just as she was about to complain, Bronte pushed the door open.
She placed the food on the table and naturally pulled open the curtains.
The sun had already risen over the endless sea, beautiful but blinding.
"Ms. Spencer, look at this lovely weather. It's Christmas Eve, and I brought you an apple for good luck in the new year."
With all this commotion, Diana was fully awake. She opened her eyes groggily and moved her arm, only to realize there was a "wall" behind her.
Instinctively, Diana touched it, feeling from the collarbone down to the abs. When she realized what it was, she screamed, "You! What are you doing here?"
Bronte thought Diana was talking to her and turned around, puzzled.
"Ms. Spencer, I brought you breakfast."
Before she could finish, she saw the half-naked Charles beside Diana.
Her face changed instantly, losing all her previous composure.
Given Bronte's age, she had seen plenty of men and would usually just make a comment or two about a young man's muscles.
But Charles was her boss!
Bronte glanced at Diana, then at the still-dazed Charles, and immediately jumped to conclusions.
She quickly said, "Sorry for the interruption."
Then she left the room, leaving Diana and Charles alone.
Once she was gone, Diana sat up, her face displeased.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you'd sleep on the couch?"
Charles rubbed his forehead, looking quite at ease.
"There are no clothes for me in this room. I couldn't sleep on the couch naked, could I?"
"Couldn't you use a blanket?"
"Too small. I'd be cold."
"Then you could have gone to your room to get clothes or asked Bronte to bring them. Why sleep in the bed?"
"First, I wasn't going to go out naked. Second, it was too late, and I didn't want anyone to know I was in your room without clothes. Third, I didn't do anything last night. I just slept. It doesn't break our agreement."
Diana was left speechless by his logical responses.
Though she was annoyed, he wasn't wrong.
They had done more intimate things before; sharing a bed was nothing.
Thinking this, she calmed down and got out of bed.
"Fine, just make sure there are no more surprises."
Seeing Diana puffed up with anger but not arguing, Charles' lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.
He lowered his head to hide it and said, "Then allow me to trouble you one last time. Could you get my clothes from the next room?"
Diana bit her lip, wanting to throw him out naked.
But for the sake of the next two days' peace, she relented.
"Where's the key card?"
"In the coat pocket. I need a full set of clothes, including..."
He paused, his tone meaningful, "Including the underwear."
Diana's face darkened, and she immediately didn't want to do it.
"Stay naked. There's no one else here. I don't care."
Ordering her around was one thing, but asking her to fetch his underwear? No way. She didn't care if he was naked. Let him deal with it however he wanted.
Seeing Diana angry, Charles dropped his smile and reminded her, "You could call Nolan and have him bring them."
Diana frowned, imagining Charles running around naked. Reluctantly, she agreed.
She reached for her phone, and as soon as she opened it, a message from Dean popped up.
Diana quickly read the message, her expression changing.
Charles couldn't see her face but noticed she was still.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Diana suppressed her emotions and replied calmly, "Nothing, just looking for Nolan's contact."
Soon, Diana sent Nolan a message to bring the clothes.
Ten minutes later, Nolan appeared at the door with a package.
Bronte, who had been anxiously waiting outside, quickly stopped him.
"Mr. Smith, don't go in. They're busy."
Nolan was confused. "Mr. Percy asked me to bring clothes."
Though surprised by Diana's message, Nolan, being experienced, quickly accepted the task.
Seeing his calm expression, Bronte relaxed, thinking Charles and Diana weren't upset.
She withdrew her hand and said, "Go ahead."
Nolan nodded slightly and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Diana's voice came from inside.
Nolan entered, but the scene before him seemed odd.
Why was Diana cheerfully eating breakfast while Charles lay naked in bed?
This didn't seem right. It felt like their roles were reversed.
"What are you standing there for? Come over," Charles said coldly.
Nolan snapped out of it and quickly brought the clothes to the bed.
Suppressing his thoughts, he said, "Mr. Percy, the ceremony will be held in the banquet hall this afternoon. Your and Ms. Spencer's outfits are ready and will be delivered shortly."
Charles nodded slightly. "Alright, you can go now."
Once Nolan left, Charles began dressing without a care.
Diana, biting into a sandwich, glanced up to see him shirtless.
Though she didn't want to admit it, Charles had a great physique.
Strong arms, smooth shoulders, and defined abs.
Diana stole glances, recalling the morning's touch, her fingertips warming.
"Enjoying the view?"
Charles noticed her sneaking looks and deliberately slowed his dressing.
Diana turned away, swallowing her food, and said coldly, "You're blocking my sunlight."
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