Chapter 420 Drunkard 2
Diana glanced at Jacob, noticing his hair was already turning gray. She then looked down at her own thin arms and legs.
With Charles' height and build, neither of them would be able to help him up easily.
Before she could react, Charles, who was sprawled on the couch, reached out and grabbed her wrist, using her as leverage to sit up.
Jacob's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He exchanged a glance with Diana, and before he could react, the two of them silently helped Charles to his feet.
Charles was drunk, but his eyes were still sharp. He looked around, confirmed that Diana was on his left, and then pushed Jacob away.
He clung to Diana, making her grunt, "Charles, are you trying to crush me?"
Diana spoke with a hint of frustration but didn't push him away, mainly because she couldn't.
Charles hung his head, and after hearing her words, he finally used some of his own strength.
Diana took a breath, one hand holding his arm, the other around his waist.
She imagined she was dragging a pig and struggled to move forward.
Jacob watched nervously from the side, afraid that if they weren't careful, both of them would fall.
Since Charles was drunk, Diana helped him to the elevator.
By the time they got him to his room, she was exhausted.
As they neared the bed, Diana pushed him onto it and collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for breath.
Jacob followed them in, carrying a cup of ginger tea.
He placed it on the table and said softly, "Ms. Wipere, have Mr. Percy drink this. It'll help him throw up and feel better."
He then rummaged through a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of medicine with foreign writing on it, and continued, "And this, have him take two pills. It's for his stomach. I'll go check on the kitchen and make some porridge. Call me if you need anything."
"Hey, wait!"
Before Diana could react, Jacob left quickly, like an NPC who had just given a quest, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
The only response she got was the sound of the door clicking shut.
Diana frowned at Charles, who was lying on the bed, feeling a wave of regret.
If she had known, she wouldn't have argued with him. Now he was drunk, and she had to take care of him.
But he hadn't moved for a while, so he was probably asleep, right?
Diana got up, and when she saw Charles' face, she realized his eyes were open. The light reflecting in them made them look even brighter than usual.
Diana was startled and clutched her chest, "Why didn't you say anything if you were awake? You scared me to death."
Charles' eyes moved, and he replied, "Why should I talk just because I'm awake? Haven't you been watching me?"
Diana didn't want to argue with a drunk person, so she said dismissively, "Who's been watching you? You looked like a corpse, it was creepy."
Charles responded with a faint "hmm" and finally moved. He propped himself up and rubbed his temples.
The scene before him blurred like a movie. He shook his head and looked up to see Diana approaching with the ginger tea.
Her lips moved, and her voice seemed to come from outer space, "Mr. Percy, drink this. You'll feel better."
Diana swore this was the most gentle and patient she had ever been with Charles. Her voice was much softer.
But unfortunately, the jerk didn't appreciate it. Even drunk, he frowned and tried to knock the ginger tea away.
Luckily, Diana was quick and raised the cup high, out of his reach.
"I don't want it. It's disgusting."
Diana raised her voice, "Charles, if you don't drink it, you'll feel worse. If you don't want it, fine, I'm leaving."
As soon as she finished speaking, Charles, slow to react, grabbed her waist and pressed his face against her stomach, nuzzling her.
He mumbled, "Don't go. I won't drink it."
Diana was stuck holding the tea, unable to throw it or keep it. She tried to shake him off.
But he only held on tighter, his hands wandering over her back, making her uncomfortable.
"I order you not to leave."
Diana almost laughed in anger. This madman, even drunk, wouldn't take a loss.
But to free herself, Diana nudged his head with her elbow and said sternly, "Let go, or I'll call Jacob. I'll have the servants hold you down and force-feed you ginger tea all night."
Whether it was her threat or something else, Charles finally lifted his head, revealing a flushed, drunken face.
His cheeks were tinged with red, making him look more human.
His usually cold eyes were now wet and unfocused, and his lips were red. He licked them, leaving a sheen of moisture.
Seductive.
The word popped into Diana's head, but she quickly shook it off.
'Don't be fooled by his looks. He's still Charles!'
She frowned and said, "What do you want? Let go."
"I'll drink it, but you have to promise me something."
Diana bit the inside of her cheek to make her expression more serious, "What is it?"
"I want..."
Charles started to stand up.
Diana, her waist still held by him and the ginger tea in her hand, stood awkwardly, her eyes following his face until he was fully upright. She still hadn't heard what he wanted.
"You want..."
Diana began to repeat his words, but before she could finish, he grabbed her chin and kissed her. The tea spilled over both of them.
All she could smell was the woody scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol and a hint of sweetness.
His hot, wet tongue licked her lips, trying to push inside. But her clenched teeth blocked him, so he settled for licking and sucking her lower lip.
Diana snapped out of it and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.
He held her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back for the kiss.
Soon, Diana was out of breath, and the ginger tea slipped from her grasp, spilling completely.
The smell of ginger filled the room. Diana, her brain deprived of oxygen, thought, 'No wonder he didn't drink it; it really doesn't smell good.'
With nothing left in her hands, Diana regained her senses and started pushing him again.
She twisted her head until she freed her lips.
But Charles didn't seem to care where he kissed. He pecked her face like a woodpecker before finally letting her push him away.
Diana stumbled back two meters, her face still tingling, her lips swollen. She rubbed her face with one hand and wiped her mouth with the other.
She spat several times, her disgust evident.
"Damn it, who told you to kiss me? That's assault! I could sue you! You pervert! You creep!"
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