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 react, Donald

and looked at his back, pausing

...

the next two days, meeting people related to Steve's wife, and checking her previous injury reports in the

evident that the injuries were

Steve's wife, but she

accompanied her to the hospital, he went through the admission

no one would have believed that he was

arriving home at midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot about the interview with

front of her computer, sorting

days, one

have had a terrible time

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 he

as she was lost in thought, the overhead

picked up her phone to see if it had

double-checked, but

went to the balcony window and looked out, finding the

wiring was ageing, and occasionally it would trip

overthink it

she had just walked into

be the two guards protecting her, as Stella

past few days, Daphne had

walked to the door and was about to twist the handle when she stopped in vigilance and answered, "It's alright. The power goes out often.

silent

for your hard

voice continued, "It's too dark

door handle tightened, feeling

followed her out

according to the contact and understanding with them in the past

and immediately said, "Wait a minute. I'll

and tried to dial Stella's

the whole neighborhood was without electricity. The

quickly walked to the balcony and finally caught