Madam Escaped Again Sir novel Chapter 1193

He wanted to ask her, Can't you tell that I'm angry?

However, the words were right by his lips, but he could not say anything.

Feeling bothered, Charles grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out before lighting it between his lips.

Right before the flame touched his cigarette, he suddenly thought of something, looked toward the bed at Daphne, who was not paying attention to him, and stopped his actions. Then, he put away his lighter and put the cigarette back into the packet.

Forget it. I won't smoke this.

This cigarette isn't nice either. I should remember to change to another brand.

That's right. I'm not smoking because this packet of cigarettes is not nice, not because of her.

Tugging his lips into a thin line, Charles felt a complicated feeling.

At that moment, a caller ringtone broke the silence.

Daphne quickly finished her tonic in a few gulps and endured the bitterness in her mouth before placing the bowl down to finish the cup of water beside her. At last, she felt better only after the bitter taste in her mouth faded.

Charles could not help but reprimand her, "Isn't it just drinking a bowl of tonic? Do you have to look so distressed?"

She opened her mouth and whispered, "But… This tonic is really bitter."

It's even more bitter than Americano with no sugar.

After snorting, he retorted, "How bitter can it be? You're just finding excuses to not drink it."

Daphne did not reply.

He's right. I really don't want to drink it.

"I'm only asking you to drink some tonic, not do anything else. Why do you have to look so bitter?" Charles continued to agitate her.

Biting her lips, Daphne argued, "It wasn't intentional. I was only…"

Suddenly, she found herself reluctant to explain any further.

She realized that no matter how much she said or how reasonable she was, a person who disliked her would always find fault with it and continue to oppose her.

If that was the truth, why did she still need to argue for herself?

No matter how she explained herself, Charles would always assume she was wrong. Therefore, she did not want to argue anymore and decided to just let things run their course.

"I'm sorry. I won't do that again. I'll finish everything obediently and won't make that face anymore." While looking down, Daphne spoke self-mockingly.

Hearing her depressing words, Charles felt bothered again.

Yet, when he saw how she was not being herself, he wanted to reprimand her, but he could not say anything. He snorted and acted impatient. "It'd be best if you did as you said. Alright, alright. Your phone is still ringing. Check it, it's so annoying."

"I'm sorry. I'll look at it now." After apologizing, she rubbed her face and reached for her phone.

Once she saw the caller ID, she was first stunned before immediately sitting up and frantically looking at Charles. "President Lane, it's Chairman Reed."

Charles' pupils dilated as he asked, "Sonny?"

"Yes." With a nod, Daphne asked, "Charles, should I answer it?"

Then, he pursed his lips as if he was thinking about it.

A few seconds later, he waved his hand. "Answer it, but don't tell her anything you shouldn't. Or else…"

Then, a vicious light flashed across his eyes.