Chapter 395 Go Together
As soon as she finished speaking, her colleagues suddenly fell silent, burying themselves in their work.
"Why did you all stop talking? Don't you think he looks like that?"
The female colleague next to her suddenly coughed, her eyes twitching as she desperately tried to signal with her eyebrows.
But she remained oblivious.
"What's wrong? Did the air conditioning give you facial paralysis?"
"What are you all chatting about during work hours?"
A male voice sounded right next to her ear.
She turned her head to see Nolan looking at them with a stern expression.
The colleagues who had been talking all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
Only she was unlucky enough to be caught in the act.
Fortunately, Nolan didn't make a big deal out of it, just gave a brief reminder.
After he left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and stopped gossiping, waiting obediently for the lunch break.
But it wasn't long before one of the employees exclaimed, "Look! Isn't that Mr. Percy?"
"What's up with Mr. Percy? Isn't it normal for him to go out for lunch?"
The warned colleagues were less enthusiastic, worried that Nolan might pop up again and catch them.
"No, that's not his usual car, and I think I saw a woman."
He was used to working on this floor and usually didn't think much of it, but now he realized the floor was too high to see faces clearly.
Unfortunately, the other colleagues got up and didn't pay attention to his words.
"Let's go, it's time for lunch. Besides Ms. White, who else would be with Mr. Percy? Don't overthink Mr. Percy's personal life."
He thought about it and agreed, then got up to join the group heading to lunch.
Downstairs.
Diana sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, feeling a bit bored, staring blankly at the front passenger seat.
The driver and bodyguard in the front noticed her mood and quickly said, "Ms. Wipere, let's wait a bit longer. Mr. Percy and Mr. Smith will be down soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced to the side and said cheerfully, "Look, here they come."
He quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.
Charles held onto the door frame with one hand, then bent down and got into the car.
Today, he was dressed in a gray bespoke suit, his hair perfectly styled, and to everyone's surprise, he wore a pair of thin-framed glasses, giving him an air of intelligence, sophistication, and elegance.
He looked a bit like a university professor, and Diana found herself momentarily distracted.
Charles sat next to her, leaving a space between them.
Neither of them spoke.
As Nolan got into the front passenger seat, the car started, and someone in the back finally spoke.
"You look very nice."
It was Charles who spoke.
He didn't even turn his head, just glanced at Diana when he got in the car.
She thought she had dressed simply today and didn't expect to catch his attention.
Feeling a bit uneasy at his compliment, she politely responded, "Thank you, Mr. Percy. You didn't have to go to so much trouble."
"It's no trouble, considering you'll be by my side."
Charles' eyes unabashedly examined Diana's outfit through the rearview mirror, a smile playing on his lips.
She wore a deep blue halter-neck gown, the silk fabric draping beautifully at the chest.
A thin gold belt with colorful gemstones cinched her waist, adding a touch of sparkle to the dress.
Diana's hair, usually falling to her collarbone, was pinned up today to showcase her elegant neckline, adorned with pearls.
Her ears were decorated with teardrop earrings, but Charles was too captivated by her face to notice them.
At this moment, Diana resembled a classical beauty from a painting, her makeup and styling making her appear even more delicate.
'If only she didn't speak,' Charles thought wistfully, just as Diana's voice broke the silence.
"Mr. Percy, can you tell me what kind of event we're attending?"
He paused for a moment before replying, "A business gathering, meeting with our partners."
Hearing his serious tone, Diana felt relieved. Just business partners.
She only needed to stand there and look pretty.
In the front seat, Nolan listened to their conversation intently.
Even though he realized Charles was withholding key information, he had no choice but to pretend he hadn't noticed.
At the White Mansion.
The large mansion was bustling with activity as the servants hurried about.
There was a garden party today, and it was said that very important guests would be attending. No one dared to slack off, their faces serious and their steps quick.
Upstairs, Stella sat among a pile of dresses, looking distressed.
Her mother, Calista White, stood nearby, her face worried. She wanted to reach out and comfort her daughter but hesitated.
"Mom, Charles will be here soon. What should I do?"
Her makeup was flawless, and she didn't dare cry, tilting her head back to keep the tears from falling.
Calista sighed and quickly reassured her, "There's no use worrying now. Your father and I worked hard to get Charles to come. Today, in front of everyone, this marriage will be settled."
Stella sniffled, hesitating, "Really?"
"Of course. When have your father and I ever lied to you? Charles can't just walk away from us. You've been with him for so long, and the lost youth can't be compensated with money."
Calista's tone was firm, but then she seemed to remember something, her voice turning slightly reproachful, "Why didn't you try to have a child? Now that his brother's child is here, it'll be a hindrance when you marry in!"
Stella's lips moved slightly, her expression becoming difficult to read.
Seeing her daughter's face, Calista quickly asked, "What do you mean? Are you hiding something from us?"
"No, it's just..."
Stella hesitated, almost driving her mother crazy with impatience.
Calista sighed in frustration, her well-maintained face wrinkling in anger, "Spit it out already. We don't have time for this."
"Charles..."
Stella closed her eyes, as if summoning great courage, and said, "He never touches me."
"What?" Calista's voice nearly broke, stunned for a moment before asking, "Four years, and not once?"
"No."
Stella was frustrated. They hadn't even lived together. The most intimate moments were when Charles, drunk, had hugged her a few times or touched her face.
But they were adults, and it was abnormal for nothing to happen after being together for so long!
Stella even doubted if she wasn't attractive enough, even though she had the look he liked. Why wouldn't he touch her?
Calista, however, thought more deeply, "Is he impotent? Or does he not like women?"
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