Chapter 440 Pain
Diana didn't even finish her sentence before her body went limp and she collapsed to the side.
Charles reached out and caught her, tossing the used tranquilizer into the trash.
Once he had everything under control, he lifted her up and carried her out through the exit.
Outside, a silver Maybach was parked not far away.
Nolan saw him coming, holding someone in his arms, and immediately understood. He quickly got out of the car and opened the back door for his boss.
He kept his eyes straight ahead, as if he were looking at thin air.
Once they were in the car, he took the driver's seat and asked, "Mr. Percy, where to? Home?"
"To Moon Hill Villa."
Nolan's hand paused on the ignition, puzzled. "Moon Hill Villa? Really?"
It was one of Charles' private properties, more secluded than the Percy Manor, built halfway up a mountain.
Apart from the beautiful scenery, it was practically isolated from the world.
But Nolan followed his boss's orders without question.
Soon, the car was driving away from the airport, heading towards Moon Hill Villa.
It was late at night, and Evergreen City was hit by a heavy rainstorm.
The raindrops pounded on the leaves, creating a rhythmic sound that was almost hypnotic.
But the weather was uncooperative. A flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.
As the thunder grew louder, the wind picked up, turning the once soothing rain into a noisy assault on the windows.
On the bed, a woman in a silk nightgown revealed her delicate neck and slender arms.
She had been sleeping peacefully, like a princess in a fairy tale.
But suddenly, a loud thunderclap startled her awake, causing the thin blanket to slide off the bed.
Diana slowly opened her eyes to a pitch-black room. Her mind was sluggish, thinking she was still in the Alliance.
But soon, her memories clicked back into place.
She wasn't in the Alliance! She had been kidnapped again!
Diana rubbed her temples, her head aching, and sat up.
The room was dark, and the outside was equally black.
Only the streetlights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, which had no curtains, provided a faint glow. But it was still too dark to see anything clearly.
She felt her body, realizing she was in pajamas, not knowing who had changed her, and not wanting to know.
But her phone was gone too.
Annoyed, Diana smacked her lips and groped her way off the bed.
As soon as she got off, she sensed something was wrong. This wasn't the same layout as the room in the Percy Mansion.
But she didn't hesitate, feeling around the bed for a light switch.
No matter where she was, there had to be a light by the bed.
Suddenly, her hand touched a soft silk fabric, and beneath it, a warm body.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the room for a moment.
In that instant, Diana froze, realizing her hand was resting firmly on Charles' chest.
His eyes were open, shining eerily in the dark.
What should have been a nightstand was replaced by a single chair, where he sat silently, not turning on the light, watching her for who knows how long.
The rain outside continued to pour, and Diana's mind was in chaos.
It was like a perfectly running code suddenly encountering a bug, with no solution in sight.
Charles reached out and turned on the light, seeing her still in a daze. He couldn't help but say, "Want to get closer and feel?"
His words snapped Diana back to reality. She yanked her hand away, rubbing it on her clothes as if she had touched something dirty.
Charles' face darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at her without speaking.
"What are you doing here?" Diana frowned, her voice urgent.
As she spoke, she glanced around the room again.
This definitely wasn't the Percy Mansion.
Unlike the modern, minimalist style of the Percy Mansion, this place was more vintage, with layers of canopies on the bed, like something out of a fairy tale.
"Why am I here? Where is this?" Diana's alarm grew.
After passing out, she remembered nothing, not even the route to this place.
And now, without any communication devices, what was she supposed to do?
"I'd prefer if the first thing you said when you saw me was 'Good evening, darling,' rather than questioning me like this, as if I kidnapped you. I don't like that."
Charles looked at her, his tone serious despite the content of his words.
Diana's frown deepened. She stood up straight, looking down at Charles.
"Isn't that what happened? You drugged me and brought me here. If that's not kidnapping, what is?"
"Of course not. You're my wife. This is our bridal suite. It's perfectly fitting for us to be here." Charles suddenly smiled, even looking a bit shy.
This bastard must be crazy. When did she become his wife?
"Are you out of your mind? I'm not your wife. Charles, our agreement is over. What you're doing is illegal! I want to leave!"
Diana said, running towards the door, her hands gripping the handle, trying to open it.
Charles didn't chase her. Instead, he leisurely sipped a glass of red wine.
As Diana grew more frantic, kicking the door, he finally spoke, "You're right. I am crazy. From the moment you left me five years ago, I went insane."
The thunder roared, and Diana froze, unsure if it was the thunder or his words that scared her.
His voice continued behind her.
"I underestimated you. You're a brave woman, able to abandon everything and start anew."
"Have you been happy these past five years? Have there been other men in your life? If there have, don't tell me. I might kill them."
Charles spoke, his heart twisting in pain, a pain not physical but psychological, incurable.
He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, staring at Diana's slender back with a fierce intensity.
"Every day, every moment, every second, I missed my dead lover, driving me mad. I'm crazy, but so what? As long as I don't take my meds, I can see her shadow in the room. As long as I can see her, that's enough."
"But everyone told me she was dead, no longer in this world. It took me a long time to accept her death, and then she came back. Isn't that funny, Diana?"
He painfully, bluntly expressed his feelings, forcing them to face this twisted love together.
When he called her name, Diana slowly turned around, her mind blank, her expression dazed. "You recognized me? From the beginning?"
"I'd recognize you even if you turned to ashes."
Charles took a deep breath, calming himself, pausing before continuing, "At that moment, I thought, if you were really dead, it would be better. Then my five years of suffering wouldn't have been in vain."
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