Chapter 106: Chapter 106

My mind exploded, my cheeks were blazing hot, and the unfinished sentence got stuck.

I retracted it right after sending, but he still saw it!

I’m dumbfounded, staring at my phone, gaping at the sentence, mind blank.

Suddenly the phone rings, the interface switches, Daniel Carter’s name jumps out on the screen—he’s calling!

I panic and hang up quickly, like a reflex!

Yes, I’m a coward again, too afraid to even answer his call.

Regretting immensely for sending that sentence, blaming my impulsiveness. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net

My cheeks burning fiercely, I put my phone down, cover my face and lean back on the sofa, feeling the pounding heartbeat in my chest.

WeChat buzzes again, I sit up and look at the phone.

[If you don’t answer the phone, I’ll come find you.]

I’m completely blown away!

He wouldn’t actually come to find me, would he?

I cover my face even tighter, groaning miserably.

Soon, the phone rings again, Daniel calls once more.

My heart is in extreme turmoil: anxious, nervous, agitated, expectant, shy, and even a bit inexplicably excited and proud.

Having such an extraordinary, distinguished man interested in you, how could you not feel proud?

With an unusually complex feeling, I eventually picked up the call.

"Hello..." Just one word, waveringly uttered.

"Lily," Daniel opened, his voice clear and soothing, with an obvious smile, "Do you know why I saw it even though you took it back the moment you sent it?"

"Why, why?" My tongue is tied, as if I’ve forgotten how to speak.

"Because I just happened to pick up my phone, intending to send you a message."

"..." Oh god, I’m doomed.

"Wouldn’t you say this is telepathy?" He laughed more, completely disregarding my predicament.

"..." I remained silent, not uttering a word.

"Are you a little turtle, always retreating into your shell?" Seeing me silent, Daniel started making fun of me.

I couldn’t help but retort, "Don’t give me nicknames anymore, first I’m a fool, then a turtle, what’s next?"

"Hm, let me think... Ostrich could work too."

Our conversation grew increasingly childish, nauseatingly sweet that I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hastily interrupted: "By the way, you said you were going to find me, is something the matter?"

I thought switching topics would work, but he brought it right back: "Nothing, just thought of you after finishing work and wanted to have a little fun, but you beat me to it."

"..." Having a little fun? Speechless again, am I a pet to him?

I couldn’t continue, so I evaded: "Since it’s nothing, let’s hang up then, I’m super busy today, just got home, gonna rest for a bit and prepare to sleep."

"Okay, then rest early, let’s have dinner together tomorrow night?"

His invitation was so natural, I couldn’t even find a reason to refuse.

Considering everything that happened today, I’m unsure if more will occur tomorrow, so I said: "We’ll see tomorrow, if nothing unexpected happens, it’s possible."

"Alright, I’ll wait to see what excuse you come up with tomorrow, you coward."

"..." My face turned red, another nickname added.

After hanging up the phone, I sat on the sofa and cooled down for a while, my mind finally starting to clear.

That sentence I took back, he saw it, would he interpret it as me agreeing?

At least not until the end of the month, at least until after the appeal period.

So if he insists on dinner tomorrow night, I’ll need to clarify things with him.

Having sorted my thoughts, I made up my mind, got up to wash and sleep.

Calvin Yance got injured, I told him to rest at home for a few days, so I’m managing company affairs temporarily.

All day long, I’m so busy I can’t even think about anything else.

At 5 PM, I finally got some free time, picked up my phone and saw Wennie Lane had messaged me.

Opened WeChat to find a delightful surprise!

Wennie forwarded a high-profile short video featuring Melissa.

Melissa was doing a flash mob with a group of musicians on the streets of Westvale, elegantly playing the violin at first, then spinning around while her skirt flared, finally seated gracefully playing the guzheng.

I watched the video in amazement, only then realizing she excels at classical instruments too, and plays so smoothly and soulfully.

What also elevated her musical prowess was the dignified and elegant Pleated apron Skirt she wore.

Yes, the New Eastern-style Pleated apron Skirt I designed and tailored for her.

This Pleated apron Skirt was redesigned and mixed with hand-embroidery, combining modern fashion elements with traditional Eastern aesthetics flawlessly.

The vibrant red skirt was grand and elegant, draped perfectly standing, and spread beautifully when seated, matching both the violin and the traditional guzheng.

Melissa made a striking appearance, not only conquering foreign audiences with exceptional musical talent but also showcasing cultural aesthetics to the world.

This video has garnered hundreds of thousands of likes and shares, its popularity still rising, with overwhelming praise in the comments.

Praises for the Pleated apron Skirt and for the performer alike.

I watched the video four or five times, feeling overwhelmingly excited, then without hesitation, forwarded it to Daniel.

Unable to hide my excitement and pride, I also praised:

[Melissa is amazing, look at those foreigners’ amazed expressions, she’s going to be famous globally!]

Daniel quickly replied—

[Melissa told me about it, I was planning to discuss it at dinner tonight, didn’t expect you to see it already.]

Uh... Right, I forgot he invited me to dinner tonight, busy as I am.

I hadn’t decided how to reply yet when Cherry knocked and entered with more work documents.

I had to put down the phone and deal with work first.

Before I finished the document, the phone rang suddenly, my heart skipped, thinking Daniel called so soon, but upon checking the phone, it was my aunt.

Her tone was urgent: "Lily, Grandma fainted, the ambulance’s taking her to the hospital, you need to come quickly."

I jumped to my feet, face turning pale: "Alright, which hospital, I’m coming right away."

Auntie provided the hospital address, I swiftly grabbed my scarf and coat, gave Cherry some instructions and rushed out.

I rushed to the hospital, Auntie had just arrived too.

Grandma’s caretaker waited outside the ER, rushing to meet us upon seeing our arrival.

Auntie and I talked with the caretaker, learning Grandma didn’t feel well since yesterday, but didn’t want to bother us, stubbornly refusing to let the caretaker call us.

Only when she could no longer endure it and fainted, did she call for an ambulance.

Auntie and I worried repeatedly, but fortunately didn’t wait long, and the doctor came out.

"The patient had a myocardial infarction, fortunately treated promptly without causing more severe consequences. We advise administering thrombolytic therapy first; if ineffective, then we’ll have to opt for interventional surgery."

We trusted the doctor completely, immediately signed, paid the fees, and arranged for admission.

As I was hustling around, Daniel called.

I couldn’t help but chuckle wryly, last night he said—see what excuse I’ll come up with today, and didn’t expect his words to come true.

Except this isn’t an excuse, it’s reality.

"Off work yet? I’ve booked a restaurant table, want me to pick you up?" Daniel came straight to the point, leaving little room for refusal.