Chapter 329 Adeline Dreamed Again
Charles's body stiffened.
His gaze fell, and his eyes were profoundly deep.
He bent halfway, his nose almost touching hers.
The sensation from his hand made his Adam's apple move involuntarily.
The wind in Zelphoria was strong, especially after autumn set in, howling outside.
But the room was very quiet.
Probably disliking the coolness of the bracelet on his wrist, she furrowed her brows.
Charles looked at her, and that profile always gave off a sense of lethal danger.
Noble and handsome, yet unfathomable.
Completely different from his usual self.
Charles lowered his body, his fingers caressing her face, his voice deep, "You really aren't worried at all."
He couldn't even control what he might do.
Adeline, however, was at ease.
Charles studied her brows and eyes, his thin lips moving closer.
The hand placed aside clenched slightly, as if restraining himself.
In his eyes, there was a hint of red.
As his coughing sounded, the bracelet on his wrist began to shine, bit by bit.
The more it shone, the deeper Charles's eyes became.
Finally, he lifted her entirely, his hand wrapping around her hair, the force deepening.
Adeline felt his breath on her, just about to open her eyes.
But he released her again, speaking in a low, deep voice, "Although you're very good like this, obedient and likable, I prefer you when you're awake."
Adeline's eyelids were too heavy.
She had never felt like this before.
What was going on with Charles?
Or was it the hotel's problem?
She wanted to wake up, but Charles's massage on her waist was too comfortable.
His body temperature was just right.
She simply placed her hand on him and fell into a deeper sleep.
Charles looked down at her, indulging her as she wrinkled his pajamas.
In the darkness, the bracelet on his wrist appeared even more crimson.
The glow seemed to reflect in his eyes.
"Sometimes I really want to create a cage to keep you in."
Charles's fingers brushed through her long hair, his eyes deepening.
Everyone said Charles from the Livingston family was cold.
That was because no one but himself understood him.
Charles knew very well that Adeline was naturally carefree and hard to tame.
He needed more patience.
But Adeline was bound to be disappointed.
He wasn't a good person.
In the presidential suite, on a pure white classical bed, lay two very compatible people.
She slept in his arms, his hand gently patting her back, almost tenderly.
Little did she know, something was stirring, wanting to tear through the facade.
That night, Adeline dreamed again.
This dream had nothing to do with herself.
It was about Charles.
In the dream, her beautiful patient didn't even live to see 30.
He didn't like to talk, playing chess with himself.
His personality was even somewhat gloomy.
There was an indescribable sense of discord, probably because his face was too pale, making him seem indifferent when looking at people.
He had interactions with her back then too.
She took Kai's advice and didn't marry into the Livingston family.
No, it shouldn't be said that she took Kai's advice.
It was because there were too many voices around, saying that a country girl like her was unworthy of the illustrious Charles from the Livingston family.
She had seen him from afar, it was a winter, and Zelphoria had heavy snow.
He wore a black trench coat, standing under the pine trees, coughing lightly.
Alexander talked to him, and he neither said he wouldn't marry her nor that he would, only that he wouldn't live long and didn't want to delay her, asking Alexander to seek her opinion.
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