Chapter 383 Shaving 3
Diana spoke softly as she lifted his chin.
Her palm pressed against his jaw, feeling the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed.
Her expression was serious, like she was handling a piece of code.
She placed the razor against his skin, applied a bit of pressure, and finally cleared a patch.
The result was good. Diana's eyes brightened, and she continued shaving.
Charles cooperated by tilting his head back, his eyes fixed on her face.
She was focused, her lips pressed together, cheeks slightly puffed. Her skin was smooth and healthy, and under the overhead light, he could see the fine hairs on her face.
They were very close, and from a third-person perspective, it looked like Charles was holding her against the sink.
A faint, pleasant scent lingered around his nose, less sweet than five years ago, but still comforting.
Her soft hand brushed against his chin, amplifying his senses. Every place she touched felt warm.
Charles' Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded in his chest.
He wanted to pull Diana into his arms, hold her tight, and merge with her completely.
The desire to dominate and the desire to love intertwined, making his breathing heavy.
There was just a little bit left. Diana raised her hand and shaved it all off.
But she noticed her palm getting hotter. She frowned slightly, placing one hand on his forehead and the other on her own.
After comparing, she asked in confusion, "No fever. Why are you so hot?"
Diana's eyes met Charles', and she realized he was staring at her intensely, his eyes dark and the red at the corners deepening, like a wolf eyeing its prey.
Her voice grew smaller. Whenever he looked at her like that, nothing good ever happened.
Diana shifted, her strong survival instinct making her gently press against Charles' chest.
She tried to push him away, but he didn't budge.
Her face remained calm, but inside she was panicking, wanting to jump off the sink and leave.
"Mr. Percy, it's done. I'll be going..."
Before she could finish, her hand slipped on the foam, and she lost her balance, falling forward.
She gasped, thinking, 'Oh no, he's still injured. If I fall on him, his wound might reopen. If his condition worsens, how long will I have to take care of him?'
But to her surprise, Charles only wavered slightly before catching her securely, holding her close.
The soft, fragrant body in his arms made Charles' desire to dominate vanish completely.
His good arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling Diana into his embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly, both hearts racing.
Diana instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and Charles obediently rested his chin on her shoulder.
Once she steadied herself, her first reaction was to check if he was hurt.
"Mr. Percy, are you okay? I'm sorry, I slipped."
Diana was anxious. She had hit him harder than when she tried to push him, it must have hurt.
Sensing her worry, Charles' heart softened.
"I'm fine." He responded lightly, his chin unconsciously rubbing against her shoulder.
Diana blinked, suddenly realizing that his previous frail appearance must have been an act.
Thinking this, her hands, which had been hanging by her sides, clenched into fists and then relaxed. She placed them on Charles' waist, trying to push him away.
"Since you're fine, that's good."
She spoke politely through gritted teeth, struggling in his arms.
Charles acted oblivious, even narrowing his eyes in pleasure.
"Do you care about me?"
"No, let me go."
Diana immediately distanced herself from him.
Afraid of provoking her further, Charles released her, stepping back half a step, obediently letting her go.
The distance between them increased, and Diana sighed in relief, no longer dwelling on his previous actions.
"Your shave is done, Mr. Percy. I'll be going now."
"You haven't washed my face yet."
Charles still had some foam on his face, but Diana pretended not to see it, opening the bathroom door and running out.
She took a deep breath, finally free of that woody scent.
Behind her, Charles didn't follow. The sound of water came from the bathroom, probably him washing his face.
Diana calmed her rapid breathing, feeling that something was off with Charles.
Although the situation earlier had some unexpected elements, his actions were too practiced, too intimate.
Normally, he should have pushed her away.
Diana unconsciously touched her face, muttering, "Could it be he sees me as a stand-in?"
Being a stand-in for herself, how amusing.
When Charles came out of the bathroom, he saw Diana touching her face, looking hesitant.
He cleared his throat, drawing her attention.
"What's wrong?"
Compared to Diana's flustered state, his expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing. Does your wound still hurt? Should I call a doctor?"
Diana, influenced by his calmness, regained her composure and asked.
"No need."
His wound had mostly healed. Earlier, he just wanted to touch her more.
Charles still had water droplets on his face, and his hair was damp in the front.
He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back, revealing a smooth forehead.
His whole demeanor became sharper.
"Go play puzzles with Benjamin. I'm fine now."
Diana nodded and looked away, heading out.
Once the door closed, Charles glanced down at his now-erect groin and let out a self-mocking laugh.
He wanted to see her more, to stay close to her, but his physical desire was overwhelming.
If she saw it, she'd probably run away.
Because of this, Diana had a very relaxed few hours.
She had thought Charles would make things difficult for her, using his position as her employer, but she had been too narrow-minded.
Benjamin and Diana spent the whole afternoon together, only seeing Charles at dinner.
With his beard shaved, his disheveled look was gone, and he was back to being the high-and-mighty president of the Percy Group.
"Mr. Percy, you look so handsome without the beard!"
Benjamin gave him a thumbs up, not holding back his admiration.
Charles' lips curved slightly, amused by his serious expression.
The atmosphere at the table became much livelier.
Jacob stood nearby, smiling at the harmonious scene.
He thought to himself, 'If only Benjamin were really Diana and Charles' child.'
Then Charles would surely be happy.
At the Percy Manor.
These past few days, the household had been walking on eggshells.
Elise, who usually maintained her elegance at all times, had been acting like a madwoman, throwing anything she could get her hands on whenever she was displeased.
At that moment, the sound of something breaking came from the room again.
The butler, Ralph, paused and gave a wry smile to the man beside him.
"Let's wait until Mrs. Percy calms down before going in."
The man remained composed and said, "I'll handle it myself."
With that, he knocked on the closed door.
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