fantishu
Chapter 369
Diana, though inexperienced, could tell what was on her neck-clear kiss marks. She lifted the collar of her shirt. The marks trailed down her neck, spreading across her entire body.
"Ah-" A scream echoed through the room.
Footsteps hurriedly approached from the door. Diana quickly adjusted her clothes. Turning around, she saw the island's old butler. The butler was an elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a suit, his hair combed meticulously. His face always bore a smile, as if wearing a mask.
"Miss Diana, are you okay?"
Diana trembled all over. She didn't know what had happened, but she had a gut feeling something had occurred the night before.
"Who was here last night? Who was with me?" Diana's voice trembled, her eyes already brimming with tears. Her fingers were ice cold, feeling as though her entire body was soaked in cold water, shivering with cold.
The butler, still wearing his kind smile, replied, "You were with Mr. Connor last night."
Hearing the name Connor, Diana first froze, then seemed to drop her guard as if someone had pulled her out of suffocation from water. But she found it hard to believe.
"Really? Are you sure it was Uncle Connor?"
The butler confidently said, "He was in your room for the night and only left this morning, but he went to get you breakfast. He'll be back soon."
The butler quickly left. Diana's heart pounded as if it were a drum. She could barely stand on her feet and walked over to sit down on the sofa. The despair she felt turned into surprise. It was Uncle Connor?
Diana tried to recall the events of the last night. Fragments of memories surfaced. She remembered the blurry yet burning kisses, the entwining tenderness... She seemed to hear Uncle Connor's words in her ear.
"Diana, don't be afraid, I'm here!"
It was Uncle Connor! Yes, it was him! She remembered Uncle Connor's voice. Though the memory was fragmented and vague, when Diana confirmed that it was Connor, her heart was overjoyed. Her heart twas uncontrollably started racing. Even thinking about last night made her cheeks flush with a crimson hue. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
As Diana was lost in her thoughts, suddenly, she heard footsteps at the door. Diana tooked up. Indeed, it Connor. Diana quickly stood up, calling out, "Uncle Connor." Then she stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers. Her gaze wandered, eventually lowering her head like a child who had done something wrong.
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Diana couldn't dare to meet Connor's gaze now, nor did she know how to adapt to their current relationship. She had countless questions in her heart. Uncle Connor had clearly stated he only loved Chloe, and he had just rejected her confession last night. Why then...
A thought suddenly struck Diana. He must have been drunk too. Although this wasn't the answer Diana hoped for, it was the only reason she could think of.
Connor walked in, his expression calm but somewhat different than usual, seemingly uncomfortable. "I got you some breakfast. Are you hungry?" Diana also felt the awkwardness in the air. Perhaps, Connor was also feeling embarrassed and regretful about last night's events?