Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Staring at her, Donald lowered his head and smiled.

Although they made things clear, the air was awkward and silent.

For Daphne, Donald was once light in a dark world, and she had chased his footsteps to get to where she was now.

Because of the past communication, she would always choose to trust him unconditionally.

It was so subtle that she never thought about what precisely the emotion was.

Not long ago, Donald suddenly asked if she had a crush on him.

Was this a crush?

She couldn't say.

Daphne grabbed a pillow, put it in her arms to hide her nervousness, and tentatively said, "It's quite late. You have to work tomorrow. How about going back and rest?"

Donald coughed and looked up at her, "You're not doing the interview?"

Daphne remembered that there was an interview to be done. She looked back at the computer and hesitated, "No, it's so late today that it will disturb you."

Seeing her slightly red and bloodshot eyes, "I'm fine, but you should get some rest."

Realizing what he was referring to, Daphne subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Donald got up, "You were scared last night. Have a good sleep today. My time is always reserved for you. Call me directly if you want an interview."

Daphne looked up at him, a little surprised. "Really?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

"Thank you."

Donald smiled, then raised the pen cap in front of her, "This is mine. I'll take it."

Daphne was slightly stunned and was about to say something when Donald continued, "Didn't I say that you can call me directly?"

for Daphne to

and looked at his

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to the places for the next two days, meeting people related to Steve's wife,

evident that the injuries

but she smiled and refused, stating that it was

the admission procedures and paid money, taking good care of

no one would have believed that

home at midnight every day,

Daphne sat in front of her computer, sorting out

investigation alone in the past two days, one could see what a hypocrite and

have had a terrible time over the

had last time downstairs in Steve's studio, it seemed that Donald knew that Steve was not a good person, so why on earth would

as she was lost in thought, the overhead light suddenly

her phone to see if

double-checked, but

the balcony window and looked out, finding the whole complex was

a bit old, the wiring was ageing, and occasionally it would trip two or three times a

it and planned to

a knock sounded, she had just walked into the living room, "Miss Aldrich, are you

two guards protecting her,

days, Daphne had also briefly talked with

stopped in vigilance and answered, "It's alright. The power goes out often. It will recover in the morning. Sorry

outside seemed to be silent for a while before he said,

you for your hard

voice continued, "It's too dark outside. Do

the door handle

followed her out of sight, never coming to talk

contact and understanding with them in the past two days,

hand and immediately said, "Wait a minute. I'll go look for

she turned around and tried to dial Stella's phone, her hand holding the phone, trembling from

whole neighborhood was without electricity. The signal

the balcony and finally