Chapter 487 Going Home
"Mr. Richardson? Who's that? Oh! Billy!"
Isolde didn't recognize the name right away, but then she remembered the image of a sophisticated man.
Her eyes lit up as she recalled, and she slapped the table, trying to be all mysterious.
"Speaking of Billy, guess what he's been up to lately?"
Diana just sipped her coffee, looking pretty indifferent.
But Evelyn, sitting nearby, was curious and asked, "What's he been up to? Did something happen?"
Isolde glanced at Diana with a teasing smile, cleared her throat, and said, "He got divorced."
"Divorced? What about his dad?" Diana asked, confused.
She remembered Billy's marriage was arranged by his father, and he couldn't refuse. How did he end up divorced now?
The alliance and tangled interests between the two families couldn't be severed so easily, could they?
Diana was full of questions, but Isolde raised her eyebrows and drawled, "I thought you didn't care. Anyway, it's not a big deal. Let's talk about something else."
Diana knew she was being teased and pretended to be fierce, "Come on, Isolde, you've got me curious now."
Evelyn nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm curious too."
Satisfied with their reactions, Isolde leaned back with her juice and said, "Billy's dad can't control him anymore. Billy's running the whole Richardson Group now. He's been divorced for over a year. It was quite a mess at the time. The Washington family didn't want it, but Billy somehow managed to send them packing."
She took a sip of her juice, noticing the two still staring at her, expecting more.
Isolde quickly waved her hand, "That's all I know. These high-society secrets aren't common knowledge. But Diana, if you're really curious, you could ask him yourself. And if you find out anything, don't forget to share with us."
Isolde grinned mischievously, always enjoying the drama.
Evelyn shook her head and advised, "Ms. Spencer, better not. You're always under Charles's watchful eye now. Don't do anything to anger him."
The past punishments were vivid in Evelyn's mind, even as an outsider.
Now that Charles was older, he might be even more ruthless.
Poor Diana, living like this was like holding a ticking bomb.
Evelyn looked at Diana with more sympathy.
Diana didn't know Evelyn's thoughts, but she assured, "I know. Talking about Billy is just out of curiosity. I don't have any feelings for him."
Though he was a good man, that was all. Diana never expected a knight in shining armor to save her.
The three chatted for a long time, enjoying themselves.
The bodyguard at the door checked the time repeatedly. It was almost dinner, but the women showed no signs of leaving.
Feeling helpless, he finally received a message from Nolan.
The screen displayed a simple command: [Bring Mrs. Percy home.]
The bodyguard, relieved, put away his phone, donned his cold expression, and approached their table.
"Mrs. Percy, Mr. Percy says it's time to go home."
The three women paused simultaneously.
Evelyn, intimidated by the bodyguard, shrank back.
Isolde checked the time and smiled, placing a hand on Diana's.
"It's getting late. Let's meet up next time. You should head back."
Diana, facing away from the bodyguard, looked annoyed but took a deep breath, calmed by Isolde's touch.
She grabbed her bag and stood up smoothly.
"Got it. Let's go. Isolde, Evelyn, see you next time."
"Bye."
The three reluctantly said their farewells. Isolde and Evelyn watched Diana get into the car before turning away.
Diana being alive was good, but living without freedom was too painful.
They sighed in unison, wondering when they'd meet again.
The car slowly drove into Moon Hill Villa.
The villa was brightly lit, with maids efficiently handling their tasks. But the meticulousness lacked the warmth of a home.
Seeing Diana return, the maids paused to greet her.
The head maid appeared, gesturing for her to follow.
"Mrs. Percy, Mr. Percy is waiting for you in the dining room."
She took Diana's bag, urging her to hurry.
Diana, feeling irritated, adjusted her hair. She had just returned and hadn't rested for a second before being summoned for dinner.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, she headed to the dining room.
Sure enough, Charles was already seated at the table. His gaze immediately fell on her as she entered.
The maid's words were somewhat exaggerated.
Charles had arrived home forty minutes before Diana, rested for half an hour, and had only been waiting for ten minutes.
"How was your day?"
"I'm not hungry."
They spoke simultaneously, both pausing in surprise.
Charles smiled and gestured for her to come closer.
"If you're not hungry, just sit with me while I eat."
Diana wasn't lying about not being hungry. She had eaten quite a bit in the afternoon and hadn't digested it yet.
Seeing he didn't force her to eat, Diana didn't resist and sat at the table.
Charles cut his steak and asked, "You haven't answered my question."
"Okay."
Diana recalled her day and casually replied, "It was good. I met friends, chatted, and had a great time."
Her response was like a child returning from school, giving a perfunctory answer to parental inquiries.
But Charles listened intently, "Good, I'm glad you had a good time."
Their conversation ended there.
Charles truly just wanted her company, not requiring her to talk or entertain him, just to be there.
Diana watched for a while, feeling bored. She frowned slightly.
"I'm going to take a shower. You can finish eating."
"Alright."
Charles paused with his knife and fork, not stopping her.
He was usually quiet, only speaking more when Diana was around.
Her presence alone was enough to make him feel at ease.
But now, it seemed he was a bit dull, making her feel bored.
Unaware of his complex thoughts, Diana went upstairs to shower.
After her bath, she eagerly lay on the bed, letting out a comfortable sigh.
This was true relaxation!
But her moment of peace didn't last long. Charles entered the room.
Seeing her wet hair, he clicked his tongue and ordered, "Get up and dry your hair. Even in summer, sleeping with wet hair can cause headaches."
"No, my hair isn't long. I'll do it later..."
Her refusal turned into a yelp as Charles, swift and decisive, pulled her up by the arm.
He expertly turned on the hairdryer, the noise making his voice faint.
"Don't move."
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