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

the sofa and looked at his back, pausing for

...

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

evident that the injuries were

and even advised Steve's wife, but she

accompanied her to the hospital, he went through the admission procedures and paid money,

one would have

midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot about the interview

front of her computer,

days, one could

a terrible

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

lost in

to see if

but it

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

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

didn't overthink it and planned

walked into the living room, "Miss Aldrich,

be the two guards protecting

the past few days, Daphne

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

to be silent for a while

you for your hard

"It's too dark outside. Do

door handle tightened,

two men Stella had sent always followed her out of sight,

in the past two days, she felt that those two

hand 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

neighborhood was without electricity. The signal

walked to the balcony and finally caught a faint

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