Chapter 42: Chapter 42

I tilted my head, looked at him, and foolishly smiled a little, "He’s called—Daniel Carter, how about it... doesn’t the name sound particularly classy? You definitely haven’t met... him, he’s very mysterious... very low-key."

"What a coincidence, I happen to know him." The man smiled again, then stood up and grabbed my arm, "Let’s go, I’ll take you home."

"You’ll take me? Who are you? Why would you take me? Did Wennie Lane... send you? How much did she pay you guys to hire so many male models tonight? But you... came late, everyone’s gone..."

"I wasn’t hired by Miss Lane."

I hadn’t asked clearly when his phone rang.

Then he held me with one hand and answered the phone with the other.

"Did you drink or not?"

"Are you sure you didn’t drink?"

"Who did you leave with?"

"Alright, got it... mm, mm... I’ve got her."

I heard the man’s intermittent conversation, but unfortunately, my mind was already confused and I couldn’t catch the hint in it.

After he hung up, he put his other arm around me, my legs were weak, and I couldn’t lift my feet, so I just leaned into his embrace.

We hadn’t walked far when the man’s steps suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the alcohol surged, and I felt like I was anesthetized, my ears could hear external sounds, but my brain couldn’t process the information.

I heard two men talking.

"Mr. Carter, let me take her home."

"President Gordon, if she were sober, the last person she’d want to see is you, so don’t trouble yourself."

"The whole city knows you cheated, and you’re in the middle of a divorce."

"That has nothing to do with you! What are your intentions for approaching her with such deliberate effort?"

Then I was held by the man again and continued to leave.

I later found out that that night, after Adrian Gordon was chased away by Nora Saunders’ cream attack, he didn’t leave the club but waited outside, afraid I’d get drunk and was ready to take me home.

I was taken out of the club by the man and got into a very comfortable car.

I opened my eyes and saw the man also getting in, and he asked me, "Do you want some water?"

In my daze, I nodded.

He took out a very luxurious-looking bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and handed it to me.

I took a couple of sips and felt the irritating heat in my organs ease a bit, "This water is really good..."

I opened my eyes again, looked at him, and mumbled, "You really look like him... such a pity, doing this kind of work."

The man’s voice turned deep, "I told you, I’m not a male escort hired by Wennie Lane."

I laughed a little, not caring about what he said, "Tsk, temper’s not good as well... you’re not as good as him."

The car started, and as it swayed back and forth, I was about to fall asleep again.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car suddenly braked hard, and I was jolted awake by the inertia.

The person beside me asked with concern, "How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit?"

I mumbled with my mouth, but I couldn’t really understand what the other person was saying.

The seatbelt was uncomfortable, so I tugged at it a few times, and the person understood, leaned over to the car door, and helped me unbuckle the seatbelt.

But he was also afraid I wouldn’t sit steady and fall over, so he held me closer to his chest.

Despite being incredibly drunk, I could smell a refreshing and pleasant scent on him.

In his arms, I looked up and, like a female hooligan, started teasing, "You’ve really got style... tell me, sis, what perfume do you use?"

The man lowered his head, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Sis?"

"Yeah... aren’t you all in your twenties? I just turned... twenty-six today, I should obviously be called sis—"

The other person continued to stare at me, and our gazes became strangely glued together.

In a hazy state, I felt like the dream I’d had before reappeared.

I once dreamed of kissing Daniel Carter...

And now, a man who looks a lot like Daniel Carter is holding me.

I’d be a fool not to kiss him!

I swallowed, my neck slowly extending, gradually moving towards him.

I kissed his chin, feeling the slight stubble, and it was quite fun.

I wanted to keep going up, to kiss his lips, but he seemed to disdain it, pulling his face back a bit.

"Haha... you’re even shy— isn’t this part of your job..."

I laughed, smacked my lips, and said intermittently, "Rest assured... sis is not that kind of person... I was with my ex-husband for six years... never crossed the line, adhered to the Confucian and Mencius teachings..."

"There’s not a good man in this world, none worthy for me to sacrifice myself for, just teasing you..."

Saying this, I pushed him away and leaned against the car door to continue sleeping.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the car door opened.

My body fell directly due to inertia but was caught by a firm and strong embrace.

I woke up startled but remained in a daze.

"Lily Miller, we’re at your place, I’ll take you upstairs, can you walk by yourself?" The man’s voice came down from overhead, courteous.

I didn’t even have the strength to lift my head, let alone walk by myself.

I mumbled something unintelligibly.

Then the man said, "Apologies for the intrusion."

Immediately, my body was lifted into the air and cradled horizontally by the man.

As I lay there in that embrace, it felt like being held by my mom when I was a child.

My face was pressed against his neck, and in an unconscious rub, I mumbled, "Mom..." Newest update provided by NoveIꜰire.net

I have no idea how I got into the house.

But when I realized I was back home, sitting on the living room sofa, my mind became a little clearer.

A cup of water was handed to me, but I didn’t take it; I leaned against the sofa and asked, "Who are you, why... do you know my home?"

The man sat down beside me, "Lily Miller, are you drunk or not? I’m Daniel Carter, don’t you recognize me?"

"Daniel Carter?" I repeated the name, looked at him with my eyes, trying hard to recognize.

"You... how come—" I showed a surprised expression, pointed at him, but couldn’t finish a sentence.

Daniel Carter explained, "I went to the club to find someone, saw you were really drunk, that guy wanted to take advantage of you, so I brought you back."

"But... how did you know—" I grew increasingly shocked, my mind trying hard to work, but to no avail.

He explained again, "Your place, I asked someone to find out on the way, rest assured— I’m not a perv, and I won’t do anything to you, once you’re settled I’ll leave."

I hadn’t asked both questions completely, but he could read them all accurately and answered me.

I was stunned, leaning there, foolishly staring at him.

"Anything else to ask?"

I shook my head, then nodded.

He laughed, "Forget it, you sleep, telling you anything now is useless."

He got up, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I suddenly reached out and grabbed him, "Wait!"

I pulled him back to the sofa by the hand.

"You... are really Daniel Carter?"

He couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re drunk, not blind, right? Can’t you recognize me?"

"Then let me ask you a few questions, you have to... answer me honestly!" I tried hard to sit up, but I was still wobbling.

He took a cushion and placed it behind me.

So gentle and considerate, at that moment I believed he was Daniel Carter.