Chapter 382 Shaving 2
Charles extended a hand to her, and Diana pressed her lips together, taking two steps forward to help him up.
The bathroom was spacious, with a simple layout.
Besides the essential toiletries, there were a few basic skincare products.
Diana sneaked a glance and noticed they seemed to be moisturizers.
The thought of Charles using them for skincare was hard to imagine.
"The razor and shaving cream are in the first compartment on the left."
Charles didn't notice her gaze and slightly turned his head, nodding towards the cabinet.
Benjamin had followed them in and, hearing this, immediately stood on tiptoe to open the compartment and took out the items.
He curiously looked at them before handing them to Diana.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
She took the items and placed them on the sink, unsure of what to do next.
Should she shave directly, or wet the beard first like cutting hair?
Holding the razor, she stood two steps away from Charles, making a few tentative gestures.
"Come closer, my face isn't over there."
After saying that, Charles glanced at Benjamin.
"Benjamin, go downstairs and keep an eye on Snowy. Don't let it cause trouble."
Benjamin tilted his head, feeling like Charles was trying to get rid of him.
He wasn't that easy to fool.
"There are servants at home. I'll stay here and watch you shave. I won't disturb you."
Saying this, he retreated to the doorway, his eyes bright and watchful.
'Mommy, I'm here to protect you!'
But the next second, Diana spoke up, "Benjamin, you should go out. We'll play puzzles later. I'll be nervous with you here."
She was mainly worried that Charles might suddenly act out and scare Benjamin. Better to have him leave first.
Benjamin pouted, a bit upset that Diana rejected him, but reluctantly opened the door and slipped out, sticking to the wall like a little gecko.
Once he was gone, Diana breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps closer to Charles.
"What should I do?"
"Wet it first, then use the shaving cream."
He bent slightly, bringing his face closer to hers.
His handsome, chiseled features suddenly so close made Diana's breath catch, and she instinctively leaned back.
Seeing her reaction, Charles frowned slightly.
"I'll get a towel."
Diana quickly explained, grabbing a towel from nearby.
She bit her lip, looking at Charles' tall frame, and suggested, "Do you want to sit down on a chair?"
Charles' tone was indifferent, "No need, I'm not that weak."
'It's not about your health, it's just that you're really tall!'
Diana screamed internally but took a deep breath and didn't argue further.
The water flowed as she wet the towel, wringing it out until it no longer dripped.
She turned back, "Please bend down."
Charles let out a breath through his nose and lowered his head.
His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his cheeks, making it hard to see his eyes.
Diana held her breath, pressing the towel to his chin and squeezing out some water to wet it.
His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse, "You and Benjamin get along well?"
Diana paused, worried he might suspect something, and blinked, "He's very cute and polite. Everyone would like a child like him."
Charles stared at her lips and continued, "He looks a lot like me, doesn't he?"
Diana's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening.
Did he figure it out?
"He's my half-brother's son."
Seeing her tense expression, Charles explained, his voice somewhat obscure, "I don't have children."
Diana felt like her heart had just ridden a roller coaster. Realizing he didn't know Benjamin's true identity, she relaxed.
"I see," she responded vaguely and continued wiping his face.
Charles seemed displeased with her indifferent demeanor. He grabbed her hand.
Diana yelped, trying to pull her hand back, but his grip was firm. 'Is this really the strength of an injured person?'
The thought flashed through her mind as she was forced to meet Charles' gaze, her voice low, "Mr. Percy, please don't do this."
"I think I mentioned that you look a lot like my wife," he said, his eyes deep and intense.
Diana's lips pressed into a thin line, her tone turning cold, "Mr. Percy, I'm here to take care of you, not to be a stand-in for your wife. Besides, you already have a fiancée."
Charles tightened his grip slightly, causing the towel to squeeze out water, dripping onto the floor.
"I don't have a fiancée, and I don't want you to be a stand-in."
Diana's eyelashes fluttered, her tone indifferent, "Then our cooperation will proceed smoothly."
She didn't know what was going on with him, but he probably remembered something from the past after seeing her face.
Diana bit her lip, deciding not to argue with him.
She struggled a bit, feeling Charles loosen his grip, and managed to pull her hand back.
When applying the shaving cream, Charles was much quieter. With one hand propped on the sink, he unconsciously drew Diana into his embrace.
Diana focused on applying the shaving cream, not noticing her shrinking space.
When she finished, she looked up and saw Charles with his mouth and chin covered in a ring of shaving foam. Combined with his indifferent expression, it looked quite comical.
She couldn't help but laugh, but quickly composed herself, "All done. Do we need to wait a bit before shaving?"
Seeing her laugh, Charles felt a warmth in his heart. He glanced at himself in the mirror. Then he touched his chin, smearing some shaving cream onto Diana's face.
Her eyes widened, not expecting such a childish act from Charles, feeling the wetness on her face. She instinctively pushed him.
When he winced, clutching his shoulder in pain, Diana snapped back to reality, feeling a bit flustered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Your strength doesn't seem accidental," Charles' eyes were filled with grievance, the pain in his wound tinting his eyes red.
Diana felt genuinely guilty, forgetting that Charles had started it, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll call the doctor."
But Charles stopped her, "No need, do you want me to see the doctor like this?"
Diana paused, frowning slightly, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Just finish shaving me," Charles handed her the razor.
Diana hesitated but complied, starting to shave him.
She leaned against the sink, tilting her head to try shaving.
Her initial attempt was too light, only removing the foam, not the stubble.
"After all this, you still don't know how?" His lips moved, his tone teasing.
Diana felt mocked, a competitive spirit rising within her.
She adjusted her position, placing her hand on the sink for support, and sat on it.
This gave her some height, allowing her to look down at Charles.
She tugged his sleeve, pulling him closer, and said, "I'm starting now, please cooperate."
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