Chapter 412 Stroll
At that moment, Diana's phone buzzed in the hospital.
She opened the chat, and her previously light mood instantly turned heavy.
Benjamin: [Mommy, I think he knows who you are.]
Charles, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly shut his laptop, stood up, and walked over to the bed.
Diana's heart raced, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.
She could only shrink back, pressing herself against the bed like a frightened animal.
Charles had a rough night, his legs hanging off the couch, unable to turn over. He woke up with a dark expression.
Now, as he approached Diana, his eyes were devoid of emotion.
"What are you doing?"
Diana stammered, her voice shaky.
She still had an IV in her hand and was contemplating the possibility of pulling it out and making a run for it.
Charles looked down at her, taking in her panic, but said nothing as he took another step closer.
Just as Diana was about to panic, he picked up the water cup from the bedside table and went to the water dispenser to fill two cups.
He placed one cup back on the bedside table. Since it was filled a bit too much, some water spilled onto the back of his hand, and the wet sensation made him frown slightly.
"Just getting some water."
Diana's heart slowly calmed as he returned to the couch.
She took a big gulp of water, trying to steady her chaotic thoughts.
"Mr. Percy, aren't you going to the office?"
"Do I need your permission to decide where I work?"
Charles glanced at her, then continued scrolling through something on his laptop.
Diana bit her lip, thinking about Benjamin's message.
Charles was indeed cold towards her, but he had saved her before. Despite his harsh words, he had been taking care of her.
Thinking it over, Diana realized something. When had Charles ever been so kind?
If he knew her identity, why hadn't he exposed her yet?
Diana forced a smile, trying to keep her expression normal.
Benjamin must have discovered something to send that message. But to get answers, she would have to wait until the evening.
With that in mind, Diana pressed her lips together and decided she would no longer sit idly by.
She needed to take the initiative.
If Benjamin was right and Charles hadn't exposed her yet, he must have a bigger plan.
But with them both in the room, one on the bed and one on the couch, how could she probe his thoughts?
She couldn't just walk up and ask, "Hey, do you know I'm Diana Spencer?"
"What's wrong? Bored?"
Charles had been looking at some documents but noticed Diana sitting there blankly.
Diana was startled by his sudden question, then turned and laughed awkwardly.
"No, just daydreaming. You go ahead with your work."
Charles closed his documents and rubbed his temples.
"Want to go for a walk? The doctor said you're fine and can be discharged tomorrow."
Diana was about to shake her head but remembered her plan and nodded instead.
"Okay."
Seeing her agree, Charles stood up and left the room.
When he returned, he was pushing a wheelchair.
"Hop in."
"My ankle's just sprained, I'm not an invalid."
Diana paused, thinking it was crazy for Charles to push her in a wheelchair.
"Did you mean a walk in the hallway?"
Before she could nod, Charles continued, "The weather's nice today. Let's get some fresh air."
Her words were cut off, and she reluctantly got into the wheelchair.
They were silent as they walked, occasionally drawing admiring glances from passersby.
Charles pushed the wheelchair to a small park built by the hospital, usually deserted.
The path was cobblestone, making it hard for the wheelchair to move.
At the entrance, Diana spoke up, "I want to walk."
Charles didn't stop her, raising his hand to support her in case she stumbled.
Diana adjusted her hospital gown, her ankle almost healed, walking smoothly.
She took a deep breath and casually asked, "Mr. Percy, is your work very busy?"
"Yeah."
He responded flatly, walking behind her.
"So, being at the hospital isn't because it's convenient for work, right?"
She slowed her pace, moving to the right to match his speed.
Charles raised an eyebrow at her question.
"Why do you think I stayed?"
His voice was soft, the end of his sentence lingering like a hook in her heart.
Diana fidgeted with her fingers, then seemed to make a decision.
"Do I look like your ex-wife?"
Charles paused, not answering directly.
"You've asked that many times."
"So, you're treating me as a stand-in, right?"
They stopped, facing each other, the tension palpable.
"You should feel lucky to have a face like hers."
After a moment, Charles spoke, touching her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear.
His touch sent a shiver through her, but Diana didn't flinch, staring into his eyes.
The next second, she grabbed his collar, pushing him back until he hit a tree with a grunt.
Diana, like a cat, clutched his collar, standing on tiptoe and pressing close. They were just an inch away from their noses touching.
"Are you saying you want to keep me?"
She watched his face for any reaction.
Suddenly, a large hand settled on her lower back. Instinctively, Diana leaned forward even more, and now she was completely enveloped in his embrace.
Diana immediately shrank her neck, her assertiveness fading away.
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
His voice was low, a playful smile on his lips.
He held her chin, continuing, "Let's sign a contract. Five years? Ten years? Name your price."
Diana clenched her fists, confirming he was still as awful as ever.
"Do you like money? I have plenty."
His hand moved from her chin to her earlobe, his touch intimate.
Diana felt half her body go numb, pushing him away, but his arm around her waist pulled her back, her face hitting his chest.
Her nose hurt, and she heard Charles' annoying chuckle.
Her temples throbbed, ready to snap, when a loud voice called from behind.
"What are you doing?"
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