In the bathroom, Louis splashed cold water onto his face until his nosebleed stopped. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and gradually became sober.
Recalling his prior actions, he squirmed.
I’ve always been a gentleman. What happened today? Why did I become this bold? I even tried to take advantage of Charlotte. That was horrible of me!
Louis reprimanded himself silently as he tried to clean his clothes in exasperation.
His white suit was stained with blood. If he were to leave Charlotte’s room right now, the maids would definitely see the bloodstain and inform his mother.
I’m her only son, so she dotes on me a lot. If she sees me in this state, she might get upset and reprimand Charlotte. Their relationship might sour if that were to happen.
At that thought, Louis went back to cleaning his clothes hurriedly.
The water flowed from the faucet noisily, drowning the sounds outside, so he was unaware of the intruder.
After entering the room quietly, Diana locked the door.
Delight flashed across her eyes when she saw Charlotte was fast asleep. She then glanced at the bathroom carefully and made sure the water was still running before heading toward the sofa.
Swiftly, she poured a packet of powder into a glass and shook it lightly to make sure it had dissolved before feeding Charlotte the spiked water.
Then, she dragged Charlotte into the closet and hid the latter inside.
Right at that moment, the sound of flowing water ceased. In a panic, Diana switched off the lights on the bedside table, took off her clothes, and dived onto the bed.
“Charlotte, I can’t wash the blood off my blazer. It should be fine if I remove it and leave with just my shirt on, right?” Louis asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
He stopped, realizing that the lights were switched off. The only light source was the dim emergency lights from the closet.
“Charlotte?” Louis was confused. “Why did you switch the lights off?”
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