A Night To Remember novel (Diane and Norman) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Gasoline

What was with that line of thought? Why would she continue pursuing a relationship again with that scum named Norman?

Christopher’s words pulled Diane back to reality, and she reflexively shook her head. “No, my hatred for him can’t get any worse than this. I had no intention of meeting him. It’s actually…”

Just as Emilia’s name was about to escape her lips, Diane paused. After a moment of thought, she decided to tell the truth anyway.

“It’s actually Emilia. She accepted a bag from Norman, and she lured me with that.”

This answer took Christopher by surprise. He didn’t speak, but a burning light blazed in his eyes as he eyed Diane in the darkness.

“How credible are your words? Your sister told me that you wanted to see your ex-husband.”

Although he was suspicious, his heart inexplicably lightened up a little; he even said the word ‘ex-husband’ with a heavy gravitas. On the other hand, Diane frowned as her disappointment toward Emilia grew even more.

“I don’t want to explain; believe it if you will. It doesn’t matter if you don’t.”

“What’s with that attitude?” Frustration lodged itself in Christopher’s heart. Did this girl not know that he had stayed at home for a whole day just to see her? He even put off work for this. When he asked her about this, she was dismissive and rude. Was she trying to make him angry?

“Diane, you think that I can’t figure out what to do with you, am I right?”

Fury surged within him. Meanwhile, Diane was simply exasperated. “I’m telling the truth but you won’t believe me. What else do you want me to say then?”

“You…” Christopher realized that he was rendered speechless by this woman, for she had turned the question back on him.

What could he do to her?

He didn’t know what he could do either.

“Go back and lie down.” He released his grip on Diane and pushed her back onto the bed, his fury having ebbed away into a dull anger.

Diane fell back to sit on the bed. She looked up at the angry man; after some thought, she decided to speak anyway. “Thank you for yesterday, and I’m sorry for adding more to your plate.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Christopher coldly replied, and he turned to walk into the greenhouse to get his book. Just as he was about to reach the entrance, he suddenly stopped and said, “Norman hasn’t died, but there’s little difference between this and death for him. If you want to see him in the future, you can look for him in prison.”

Diane’s forehead was tightly scrunched up as she looked at Christopher’s back. She hated his frosty demeanor, and she hated it even more when he unjustly accused her.

“Hold it right there.”

Diane herself was very much surprised to find herself blurting that out. Likewise, Christopher was also taken aback by it.

How dare this woman order him to stop with that tone of hers?

He looked back and eyed Diane as she sat on the bed. He did not take another step.

Diane stood up, but she didn’t approach him either. Instead, she stood by the bed and spoke to him. “Regardless of whether you believe me or not, it’s the gospel truth that I didn’t run all the way there to see Norman. Also, please don’t try to guess my thoughts with that petty mind of yours. I may be a woman, and I may not be as strong as you are, but I’m not so much of a weak-minded person that I’d try to rekindle an old flame that has long since burned out. If I had the time, it would be better for me to try and cozy up to you instead, don’t you think so? Don’t speak to me with that harsh tone. I don’t like that.”

Christopher was quiet. Over the years, he had been surrounded by far too many women. They were all from different backgrounds, and they were as varied in personality as they came. The number of women he had met could form a whole line to the U.S. from where they were. They had used various methods and tricks to please him, and they all wanted to get close to him. None of them had ever rebuked him like Diane did just now—she had requested him not to speak to her with that harsh tone of his.

She was… practically absurd.

As he eyed the petite woman who stood there with her back straight, Christopher felt odd on the inside. Although he was clearly angry, he could only let it simmer inside himself. He couldn’t let that anger out.

After glaring at her for a long while, he finally said through gritted teeth, “You ask too much of me.”

With that, he left—he couldn’t be bothered to continue humoring Diane.

“She brought a canister of gasoline with her, and she insists on meeting you; she’s going to burn our house down if she doesn’t get to see you. She even asked me about her son. What did you do now, you d*mn girl? Get back here now.”

Gasoline!

A headache hit her. “Got it. I’ll be there right away.”

With that, she hung up. Diane didn’t even dare to waste another second and frantically rushed upstairs to change her clothes. After she had done that, she called the police.

Gasoline was not something to be taken lightly. Her parents were unable to call the police due to Elizabeth’s current threats, so she could only call the police on her behalf while she was here. She couldn’t be bothered to think about anything else, and she made up her mind to go back and take a look at the situation first.

Diane rushed down the stairs, only to be stopped by the maid. “Where are you going? Mr. Wayne told you to rest here.”

“I need to go home; something has happened back there. As for Christopher… If he asks later, please tell him that I’ve gone out.”

She didn’t have the time to elaborate, so Diane side-stepped the maid and dashed away.

Since Christopher’s house had a chauffeur, she reached the Cornell Residence in no time.

The Cornells lived in an old apartment building which didn’t have any elevators. Nonetheless, Diane could already hear the ruckus one floor above her as she ran up the stairs.

That wasn’t all—she also smelled the acrid smell of gasoline.

Did that sicko actually splash gasoline by the entrance of her home?

Diane squeezed past the crowd in a panic to reach her family home. When she arrived, the apartment door was wide open before her eyes. Elizabeth sat by the door with an opened canister of gasoline lying right next to her, and the ground was wet and slick probably because of the gasoline.

In Elizabeth’s hand was a lighter, its flames dancing and reaching for the sky.