Chapter 102: Chapter 102

My love for him, in this silent deep night, is like a speeding car, racing out of control.

I never thought, after enduring such overwhelming heartbreak, I could so quickly devote my heart to another man.

Even if this is a moth flying into the flame, I still find it sweet.

But it’s deeply regrettable that he is so dazzling and perfect, so flawless, that I’m deeply in love and unable to extricate myself, yet too timid to face him.

I stared at him in a daze, not knowing how much time had passed, when a clear and gentle voice came from the quiet car, "Your heartbeat is so fast."

I jolted, suddenly coming back to my senses, my eyes refocused on him, only to find his eyes already open.

"You’re awake?" My heart was pounding anxiously as I moved my numb shoulder.

"Mm—" He sat up, simply pulling me closer with his other hand, holding me directly in his arms.

My heart tightened, as if he was holding not my body, but my soul.

My breathing became erratic, and I stared at him, surely looking thoroughly panicked.

But he didn’t meet my gaze, instead resting his head back on my shoulder.

"Mm..." he sighed contentedly, eyes closed again, "This is more comfortable..."

I couldn’t move a muscle, sitting there dazed, initially even holding my breath.

Seemingly noticing this, his breath tickled my neck as he chuckled softly, "Silly, you can breathe."

"..." My mind buzzed, the part of my neck his breath touched felt as if it were on fire, numb and trembling.

I started to breathe, taking a few deep breaths before slightly calming down. This text is hosted at novel•fire.net

Throughout this journey, we maintained this close posture, quietly saying nothing.

But our hearts had already exchanged a thousand words.

When the off-road vehicle arrived downstairs at my place, my whole being gently settled from a dreamy float.

I suddenly realized that he had been planning this for a long time.

From the time he suggested picking me up on the day of the school celebration, together to school, he must have been plotting it secretly.

Or perhaps, from even earlier—

But I couldn’t understand, what exactly did he see in me?

Is it just because I saved his life twice, so he feels he must repay me with his own?

Before I could clear these thoughts, the car had already come to a steady stop.

The next second, Daniel Carter woke up, pulling away from my neck.

The place where our skin touched became wet.

Although the car was very warm, the spot turned cold as soon as he moved away, making me involuntarily reach to touch it.

"What... is your shoulder numb?" he immediately expressed concern, his voice somewhat hoarse.

I looked back at him, smiling slightly, "It’s fine... How about you? Feeling better? If you’re still uncomfortable, you should see a doctor."

"Alright." He nodded obediently, his gentle smile warm and radiant.

I opened the door to get out, but saw he also stepped out from the other side.

"Lily Miller." He called out to me, coming around the back of the car in a few strides with his long legs, stopping just in front of me.

I halted my steps, looking at him, my heartbeat still not returning to normal.

"As for Adrian Gordon, you don’t need to worry, as long as you’ve made up your mind, leave the rest to me."

This wasn’t the first time Daniel Carter offered to help me deal with the divorce issue.

But I still had to continue refusing.

"You shouldn’t interfere with this, I can handle it. I know you have great power and influence, and there’s nothing in this city you can’t solve. But such matters can easily bring trouble, even if people don’t say it out loud, they will gossip behind the scenes, and public opinion can be scary."

My considerations were still the same as before.

No matter if I end up with him or not in the future, I don’t want him entangled in my past relationship, being mistaken for having intervened in someone else’s marriage.

Although, Adrian Gordon betrayed me first, and his betrayal was even more absurd and excessive.

He looked at me quietly, saying nothing.

I knew what was in his mind, he probably thought I was resisting him, rejecting him, unwilling to accept his goodwill.

I smiled, took a deep breath, and after a short contemplation, said to him, "Didn’t you say you’re willing to wait for me? Why, can’t wait any longer now?"

The moment I asked this, I knew I had fallen for him, there was no turning back.

Sure enough, Daniel’s previously calm expression instantly showed ripples, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me, "Lily Miller, do you mean—"

"Shh..." I was extremely embarrassed and nervous, quickly interrupting him, "I will handle it, trust me."

He nodded, his handsome and deep-set features slightly excited, "Okay, I trust you, and... I’ll wait for you."

"It’s cold outside, hurry upstairs, call me if you need anything."

"Alright." I nodded, stepping back, also reminding him, "You should hurry back, have a good rest, don’t overexert yourself, health is the capital of revolution."

"Mm, I’ll listen to you."

I turned around, glancing back at him every few steps, until I passed through the entrance and got into the elevator, he was still standing there.

When I went upstairs and entered my home, I looked down from the balcony.

His car was still parked downstairs, but due to the angle, I couldn’t see him.

I leaned against the balcony, quietly sighing, replaying the scenes from the car in my mind, my whole heart seemed to be floating on the sea, rising and falling with gentle waves.

After a moment, I stood up, looking out once more, just in time to see his car driving away.

The massive, dark vehicle flickered in the night, disappearing at the edge of my sight.

I gathered up my swirling, mixed emotions and returned to my room, using work to calm my restless mind.

After drawing a few design sketches, keeping busy until eleven at night, I washed up and lay down.

In a haze, just as I was falling asleep, I heard my phone ringing.

I reached for it and saw an unfamiliar number.

Thinking it was a scam call, I hung up.

But no sooner had I put the phone down than it rang again, the same number.

So I had to answer, "Hello."

"Hi, your friend got drunk, lying here at our place, you should come pick him up." The stranger’s voice on the other end asked me to come and fetch someone.

I was startled, "Who drank too much?"

"I don’t know him either, I’m a bartender. This guy is dead drunk, when I asked how to get him home, he just gave me a number, I don’t even know if it’s correct..."

After explaining, the other side went to wake the drunk person up, and I heard them calling for a while before a voice came through, "Lily..."

Even though it was drunkenly mumbled, I instantly recognized it as Adrian Gordon.

"Sorry, you have the wrong number." I said this and hung up immediately.

After being disturbed by this call, I was wide awake.

For a moment, a curse crossed my mind: best let him get alcohol poisoning, unrecoverably, die once and for all.

When this vicious thought flashed through my mind, I was shocked at myself.

Calming down, I still decided to call the Gordon Family.

Just right, I had something to notify them about.

In the early hours of the night, I dialed the Gordon Family’s landline, and the butler answered.

Initially, I could have passed on the message, but suddenly another matter came to mind, and I asked the butler to transfer the call to Olivia Gray.

After a moment’s wait, Olivia Gray’s voice came through, cold and puzzled, "Lily Miller? Are you sick? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"

"Adrian Gordon got drunk outside, they called me, so I’m kindly passing this on. Moreover, the divorce decree with Adrian has come through, he’s been pestering me lately and wants to appeal. If you don’t want your precious daughter to end up in jail, then control your son, otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

After saying this, I was about to hang up.

But Olivia Gray began to rage, shouting, "Lily Miller, I misjudged you! For so many years, I pitied that you lost your mother, treated you as my own daughter, yet how unexpected to raise a snake that bites back now!"

"Yes, consider me as venomous and fierce, so don’t provoke me, or bear the consequences yourself!"

With these words, I decisively ended the call.

After all, I had acted with humanitarian intent, passing the bartender’s message to the Gordon Family’s butler. Whether Adrian Gordon lives or dies is no longer my concern.

Unexpectedly, the next morning, I was still asleep when my phone rang again.

Startled awake, I glanced at the phone, another unfamiliar number.

"Lily Miller, Adrian is in critical condition! He’s being resuscitated! Hurry to the hospital to save him, I beg you, save him!" My mind wasn’t even fully awake, startled by Olivia Gray’s frantic pleading on the phone.