Chapter 76
After picking out the medicine, Charlie stepped forward and paid for them before Diana could even react.
“Hey, those are my—”
“Come on, let’s go sit on a bench in the park for a bit,” Charlie said with a gentle and warm smile. “We should apply the medicine first.”
Diana fell silent for a few moments, but didn’t refuse.
When they arrived at the park, Charlie opened the box of medicine.
Under the sunlight, his eyes looked like refined amber, filled with a soft, alluring gentleness.
“I can do it myself.”
“Stop.” Charlie smiled at her. “Both your hands are hurt. Do you still want to do this yourself?”
Was he trying to suggest that he would apply the medicine for her?
This realization struck Diana like a jolt. She found it hard to believe. It just seemed so unlikely.
Yet the next second, his actions confirmed her guess.
Charlie’s movements were extremely gentle. His fingers were well–defined, his skin was fair, and his nails were neatly trimmed.
How could someone’s hands look this perfect? It was as if God had crafted them with the utmost care.
“Your hands are beautiful too,” Charlie said softly, seemingly always able to guess what was on her mind. Diana froze for a moment. “Charlie, can I ask you a question?”
He gave a lazy smile and nodded.
“Can you read minds or something?”
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“Some people wear their emotions on their sleeve, so I don’t even need to read minds,” he said, glancing up at her, the corner of his lips curving slightly. His
gaze was warm,
with a faint
trace of amusement.
Diana was rendered speechless.
This man had a face that was practically seductive in its beauty, yet his temperament was exceptionally gentle. He had a calm and warm elegance that radiated from within. The stark contrast was striking and exuded a powerful sense of restraint. It was almost ascetic.
Diana stared at him for two seconds and felt her heart skip a beat. She quickly averted her gaze, forcing herself to calm down.
Charlie didn’t say anything more, but continued to carefully apply the medicine to her wrists.
His touch was gentle, and the cool ointment felt soothing against her skin. Instead of discomfort, she felt rather comfortable. The air in the park was great.
At this time of the year, many people were out with their children or pets enjoying the spring.
The warm breeze was soft on the skin, pleasant and relaxing. All of a sudden, she picked up on a light floral scent.
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Diana was drawn to a cluster of white blossoms. “What kind of flower is that?”
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It looked a little like cherry blossom, but not quite. It also resembled pear blossoms in some way.
In early spring, a gentle breeze brushed through the new green branches, and those pale petals fluttered down like falling snow. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Charlie followed her gaze and said after a moment, “They’re crab apples.”
He explained patiently, “When crap apples bloom fully, the white flowers are as stunning as pear blossoms.
“On the surface, they look delicate and refined, like something calm and gentle that quietly thrives through the years. But in truth, they’re incredibly resilient and full of life.”
Diana was startled.
She had a strange feeling that he wasn’t talking about the flower, but rather someone.
“Diana,” he called her suddenly.
In their past meetings, which were mostly business–related, he always called her Ms. Gyleon, unlike others who addressed her as Mrs. Hendrix.
Now, he was simply calling her by name.
Diana couldn’t quite describe how that made her feel. She was always herself in front of him, not some wife carrying another man’s surname. In that moment,
a certain phrase came to her mind–she had to love herself before loving others.
“What is it?” She returned to her senses and looked up at the elegant man before her.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, landing gently on his shoulders and messy hair, making him glow and his features all the more stunning.
Charlie’s eyes lowered slightly, his thick, long lashes casting, shadows over his amber–colored pupils. There was a shimmer in his eyes as if tiny lights flickered in their depths. Even his voice was gentle and melodic, like a breeze passing through a quiet forest.
“Is he mistreating you?”
Diana didn’t expect such a question.
Her eyes widened with surprise, stunned in place. She was unsure of how to respond Charlie’s expression remained soft and unhurried, but his brows held deep concern,
