Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1082:

Richard’s exasperated voice burst through the speaker. “Alexander, what’s the matter with you? Why didn’t you mention this sooner? I absolutely have to have dinner with Daniela. I’ll freshen up and leave right away. I should be there by 9 P.M. Can you wait until then? Alexander, I have no patience for you right now—give the phone to Daniela. At least she has a sensible head on her shoulders.”

Alexander sighed. “You’re on speaker.”

Richard’s tone softened instantly, slipping into warmth and familiarity. “Daniela, my dear, I owe you an apology. You know how Alexander is—once he’s buried in work, he forgets everything else. He’s just that dedicated. I’ve spent the entire day preparing a lavish meal. If you don’t come, it’ll all go to waste. You enjoy the food at your cafeteria, don’t you? How about we meet there another day? But tonight, come to our place. You wouldn’t believe how much my cooking has improved.”

Daniela’s memories were erased. Yet in the fragments she did recall, there wasn’t a single instance of Richard treating her with kindness.

The man she remembered had only ever looked at her with scorn, his eyes filled with derision and contempt.

“Daniela, your mother is dead. Do you know what that means? It means she’s gone for good. Society might not see you as worthy of Alexander anymore, but I’m sentimental, so you should always be grateful to me. Got it?” Back then, she had been too young to

respected him in a twisted way. But now, the once untouchable man put on a show

and settled at their table. Richard wore a flawlessly tailored suit, every seam perfectly in place, while his slicked-back hair gleamed under

an icy

soon regained his smile. “You never fail to tease,

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺. 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Daniela. “Daniela, go ahead and

of Richard and Daniela. The framing was impeccable—deliberate and telling. The image painted an intimate

Cedric. Along with the photo, he sent a message. “We’re having a lovely family dinner tonight.

his pocket, Alexander strolled back to the table, his