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?"

to react, Donald

sat on the sofa and looked at his

...

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

evident that

and even advised Steve's wife, but she smiled and refused, stating that it was an

hospital, he went through the admission procedures and

injuries, no one would have believed that he

midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot

evening, Daphne sat in front of her computer,

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

wife should have had a terrible time

the conversation 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 would he help defend him? Could he

she was lost in thought, the overhead light

to

but

went to the balcony window and looked out, finding

she lived in was a bit old, the wiring was ageing,

didn't overthink it and planned to

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

the two guards protecting her, as Stella had

few days, Daphne had also briefly talked

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

man outside seemed to be silent for a while

for your hard

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

grip on the door

out of sight, never

outage was accidental, according to the contact and understanding with them in the past two days, she felt that those two people would not come to her for

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

she turned around and tried to dial Stella's phone, her

without

balcony and finally caught a faint

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