Chapter 421 Bite
Diana cursed under her breath, but Charles didn't flinch. He just kept staring at her lips, like he wanted more.
Seeing her bristle like an angry kitten, he found it amusing. His eyelashes lowered, and he put on an innocent expression. "Alright, I'll drink it now."
Diana was livid. She finally understood what he had meant by his earlier request.
No wonder he hadn't said it outright. If he had, she would have refused immediately and maybe even slapped him to snap him out of it.
Now the ginger juice was spilled, and he had kissed her. Diana was so angry her chest heaved. She raised a hand and pinched his face hard.
Just as she was about to curse him out, she saw his drunken, innocent smile.
Her grip was strong, and his handsome face twisted comically.
"That hurts."
Charles winced, sucking in air. He was less guarded when drunk, but Diana still felt he was faking it.
She didn't let go, and soon the skin she pinched turned red. Diana stared into his drunken eyes and finally released her grip.
"Why am I arguing with a drunk? It's like being bitten by a dog."
She muttered to herself, glared at him, and said loudly, "The ginger juice is spilled. Do whatever you want. Drink it or don't."
With that, she kicked the bowl across the room, where it shattered in some corner.
Just as Diana was about to leave, Charles grabbed her arm firmly.
"I haven't drunk it yet. You can't leave."
Diana gritted her teeth and tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. She turned back and glared at him. "The ginger juice is spilled."
Before she could finish, Charles pulled her toward the bed. Diana panicked, thinking he was up to no good again, and tried to escape.
But he was too strong. It was no contest.
Charles picked up the bedside phone. The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. If he hadn't remembered who he was holding, he might have thrown her off.
He turned his head to see Diana biting his arm, her eyes fierce.
Charles frowned slightly but didn't move his arm. He spoke into the phone, "Jacob, bring another bowl of ginger juice."
After hanging up, he turned and looked at Diana quietly.
Diana, hearing the phone conversation, realized he had just been calling for more ginger juice. She felt awkward, still biting his arm hard enough to draw blood.
She let go and held his injured arm gently. "I'm sorry."
Charles said nothing, just withdrew his arm and lowered his eyes, looking a bit forlorn.
Diana felt even guiltier, forgetting how he had kissed her just ten minutes ago.
"Sorry, I thought you were... Never mind, let me bandage you up."
She tried to explain but felt it sounded odd, so she went to find the first aid kit.
But Charles covered his wound and turned away. "No need. If you don't want to stay, you can go."
Before Diana could respond, he continued, "You must find what I did disgusting, Ms. Wipere. You can go. I'll be fine alone."
Diana's hands froze mid-air. She wanted to leave, but leaving a drunk alone didn't seem right, especially after biting him. It made her feel at fault.
Charles, besides the bite mark on his arm, had a swollen face. She remembered he was still injured from Benjamin.
Guilt overwhelmed Diana. She was too moral; Charles' slight act of pity made her soft-hearted.
As they stood in awkward silence, Jacob knocked on the door with the ginger juice.
"Come in," Diana said.
Jacob entered to see Charles sitting on the bed, holding his arm, looking dejected. Diana stood in front of him, looking like a guilty suspect.
Jacob raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. He saw the water stains on the carpet and understood.
He smiled politely, placed the ginger juice on the table, and broke the tension. "The chef made some porridge. Would you like to have some?"
Diana shook her head quickly. "No, thanks. Jacob, Mr. Percy hurt his arm. Could you help bandage it?"
Jacob looked at Charles, who raised his head and gave him a look.
Not knowing what had happened, Jacob decided to follow Charles' hint. He smiled. "I'm too old and my eyesight is poor. Ms. Wipere, you're more capable, and you're a nurse."
Oh no, how could she forget about that identity?
Diana regretted it deeply. Why did she choose such an identity?
She bit her lip and turned to Charles. "Mr. Percy, let me bandage you. Consider it an apology."
Charles' expression was calm, making it hard to tell if he was sober. But this time, he extended his arm.
Diana sighed in relief and opened the first aid kit to treat him.
Jacob pretended not to see the bite mark and handed Charles the ginger juice. "Mr. Percy, it's just the right temperature."
Diana thought he would refuse, but he silently took the bowl and drank it all, showing no resistance.
He drank so quickly that Diana wondered if the earlier negotiations had been her imagination.
After finishing, he handed the bowl to Jacob and said to Diana, "I drank it."
He sounded like he was reporting a task, or maybe expecting a reward.
Diana looked at him, unsure how to respond, so she stayed silent and focused on treating his wound.
His arm didn't need bandaging, just some iodine for disinfection. The bite mark stood out, visible from ten feet away.
Diana quickly looked away, out of sight, out of mind.
"Do you need to take medicine?"
She pointed to the two pills on the table.
Charles nodded but didn't take them immediately. Instead, he walked past her to the bathroom.
She thought he needed to use the toilet, but soon heard the sound of vomiting.
Diana was stunned.
Jacob explained, "The ginger juice is to make Mr. Percy vomit. He'll feel better after."
"Do you need my help?"
Diana couldn't imagine Charles in such a state.
As if reading her mind, Charles' voice came from the bathroom. "Don't come in."
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