Chapter 72

Diana’s POV

The stinging feeling remained in my hand when I withdrew it.

“Charles?” I whispered.

However, as soon as my vision was cleared of tears, I realized it wasn’t him.

It was Harry.

His eyes turned as wide as plates. The mark I left on his cheek glowed red. People who witnessed my outburst gasped as they passed, but they stayed no longer than a second to stare.

“Okay. What?” Harry reeled back from the slap.

His face, which was forcefully turned to the right, slowly turned to me.

“H-Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” I cried softly, holding the hand I used on him.

He didn’t seem mad. He was just stunned—even more so when he saw me crying. He cupped my cheeks, looking at me with a worried expression.

“Diana, What happened? Why are you here? And why are you crying?”

“I just…” I stammered, trying to regain my poise but I was already welling up.

Feeling his comforting touch didn’t help stop it. I held his hands an