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?"

Daphne to react, Donald had

sofa and looked at his back, pausing for two seconds

...

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

evident that the injuries

advised Steve's wife, but she smiled

he went through the admission procedures and paid

no one would have believed that he was the

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

Daphne sat in front of her computer, sorting out

two days, one could see what a hypocrite and

a terrible time over

time downstairs in Steve's studio, it seemed that Donald knew that Steve was not a good person, so why on earth would he help defend him? Could he be cheated

lost in thought, the

her phone to see if it had

double-checked, but it

window and looked out, finding the

in was a bit old, the wiring was

didn't overthink it

walked into the living room, "Miss

guards protecting

the past few days, Daphne

to twist the handle when she stopped in vigilance and answered, "It's alright. The power

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

you for your

the man's voice continued, "It's too dark outside.

grip on the door

men Stella had sent always followed her out of sight,

contact and understanding with them in the past two days, she felt that those two people

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

to dial Stella's phone, her

neighborhood was without electricity. The signal

the balcony