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?"

waiting for Daphne to

looked at his back, pausing for two

...

two days, meeting people

evident that the injuries

but she

her to the hospital, he went through the admission procedures and paid money, taking good care of her,

one would have believed that he was the

midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot about the interview

sat in front of her computer, sorting out

the investigation alone in the past two days, one could

have had a terrible time over the

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

in

to see

but it

to the balcony window and looked

old, the wiring was ageing, and occasionally it would trip

overthink it and

walked into the living

should be the two guards protecting her,

the past few days, Daphne

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

silent for a while before he said,

you for

too dark outside. Do

door handle tightened, feeling

Stella had sent always followed her out of

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

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

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

whole neighborhood was without

walked to the balcony and finally caught a faint