Chapter 442 Marriage Certificate
The word "deluding" felt like an ice pick stabbing into Charles' heart, instantly cooling the excitement that had just been coursing through him.
He hadn't taken his medication today. In fact, it had been a long time since he last did.
When he didn't know Diana was alive, he could still pretend to be a normal person. But now, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Diana.
Charles seemed to choke on her words. He stood there with his head bowed, fists clenched, his tall frame suddenly looking defeated.
Just when Diana thought she had hurt him with her words, a burst of laughter erupted from his mouth.
At first, Diana thought she was hearing things.
But when she saw his face slowly lift, and the deep, hoarse laughter continued, she looked at him warily.
After a while, he seemed to have laughed enough. He wiped away the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes and continued, "Why are you in such a hurry? I told you, by tomorrow, everything will be back to normal."
"What do you mean?"
This time, Diana didn't stay silent. She loudly questioned him.
Hearing this, Charles put a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
The smile in his eyes grew more pronounced, like a wolf eyeing its prey, emitting a strange, determined glow.
Diana didn't understand what he was so happy about, or what he meant by everything returning to normal.
"Don't do anything pointless. Just let me go."
Diana clutched the soft fabric of her nightgown, the marks from her grip taking a long time to fade.
She didn't know what he was planning, but it couldn't be anything good.
As soon as she finished speaking, Charles, who had been standing still, took two steps toward her.
Diana instinctively grabbed the back of the couch, ready to run at any moment.
But he only moved a little closer before stopping, a cold, arrogant expression on his face.
He then said, "You came back on your own, so don't think I'll let you go. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll bring you back."
After a pause, as if remembering something, he continued, "This time, even if you die, it won't matter. I'll personally dissect your corpse to see if you're really dead or just faking it."
Diana shivered at his madness.
She had faked her death back then because Charles was too difficult to deal with.
And now, he was even more troublesome than he had been five years ago.
Her hope of escaping grew dimmer.
After he finished speaking, he saw her pale face and smiled slightly. At least she knew fear; she wasn't completely foolish.
Just when Diana thought they would be entangled all night, Charles suddenly spoke, surprising her. "See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams."
And after he spoke, he actually got up and left.
This time, Diana noticed that the door had a fingerprint lock.
Even after the door was locked again, Diana hadn't fully recovered.
She pressed her lips together, wincing at the pain from her wound.
She sat back on the couch, eyes fixed on the door, afraid he might come back.
Diana was so focused that she didn't notice the red light of a surveillance camera blinking between the books on the shelf.
In another room of the villa, Charles sat in front of a computer, watching the surveillance footage with great interest.
Apart from this one feed, the other cameras were off. Perhaps in time, the other cameras would come in handy too.
As he thought about this, he reached out and pressed a finger against the screen, touching the image of her delicate, fragile body.
Diana had slept most of the day due to the sedative, and after being tormented by Charles at night, she was emotionally drained. It wasn't until the early hours that she began to feel sleepy.
On the monitor, Charles could see her nodding off, only to jerk awake and resume her initial position, groggily staring at the door.
He found it amusing. She couldn't escape, yet she watched the door like a puppy waiting for its owner to return.
His heart itched with anticipation, eager for morning to come.
The next day, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow on the bed's canopy.
Birds chirped noisily on the branches outside.
Diana opened her eyes and quickly remembered where she was.
She had fallen asleep on the couch last night but woke up in bed.
It seemed Charles had come in again.
She smacked her lips in annoyance.
Then she got out of bed to check the door.
It was still securely locked.
The windows were all sealed, even the door to the balcony was tightly shut.
She searched for a long time but couldn't find any way out.
Not only that, but when she looked outside, she realized they were deep in the woods, which made her feel even more trapped.
This place was like a cage built just for her.
Forget escaping; even seeing the sun was a luxury.
Diana sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
She had failed this time, and she didn't know where Benjamin was. She couldn't contact Dean either. What was she going to do?
Was she really going to be stuck with Charles forever?
After thinking for a while and coming up with nothing, she decided to wash up.
When she came out, there was a delicate tray of food at the door. The dishes were all her favorites.
Diana raised an eyebrow. Where had this come from?
But she didn't resist. Rather than starving herself as a threat, she needed to eat to have the strength to confront Charles.
Soon, she was munching on the food like a hamster.
In the Percy Group office, Charles propped his chin on his hand, watching the surveillance feed.
There was a meal in front of him, but it didn't taste like anything special.
But every time he saw Diana take a bite, he would take a bite too. It was almost enjoyable.
The office door knocked, and Charles, without looking up, said, "Come in."
Nolan entered, looking exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and a layer of stubble, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"Mr. Percy, here's what you asked for."
He pulled a document from his bag and placed it on the desk.
The cover read "Marriage Certificate."
Charles opened it, glancing at the first page, which contained their personal information and the vows.
Charles was satisfied. He knew this certificate had cost Nolan a lot of effort.
Feeling generous, he said, "You've worked hard. Take a couple of days off."
Nolan, who had been expressionless, suddenly brightened at these words.
He knew how difficult it had been to obtain this legally binding marriage certificate.
Neither the bride nor the groom had been present, and Diana's signature on the marriage agreement had been forged to match her handwriting.
Nolan took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, reminding himself that this was his boss's personal business and had nothing to do with him.
But he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Percy, Dr. Garcia said you shouldn't stop taking your medication, and you need to attend your regular therapy sessions."
Charles looked up, giving him a cold glance. "It seems you're not that tired. In that case..."
Before he could finish, Nolan, who had been trying to advise him, quickly left, eager to secure his time off.
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