Chapter 50: Chapter 50

"No, no, it’s not—" I waved my hand hastily, took a step forward, but couldn’t help glancing at Daniel Carter several times.

I prayed in my heart that the person driving the Bentley that night wasn’t Natalie Yates.

Unfortunately, my prayers didn’t come true.

Daniel noticed my peculiar expression, hesitated to speak, then paused and asked, "Have you seen Natalie recently?"

With that, I understood completely. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel[f]ire.net

Ah— I just wanted to vanish into thin air and never be seen again.

"Um... did Young Master Yates say something to you?" After the chaotic mess, I decided to lay it all out.

Daniel pressed his lips together slightly, his handsome and noble face showed a hint of embarrassed playfulness.

"You mean—when you argued with Adrian Gordon, saying you slept with me, and slept with me many times?"

I twisted my ankle and almost fell.

"Watch out!" Fortunately, Daniel grabbed me in time.

My face turned red, feeling flushed all over, and after stabilizing myself, I quickly let go of his hand.

"Mr. Carter, I’m sorry... I, I was so angry with Adrian Gordon that I lost my mind and said nonsense. I didn’t expect it to be so coincidental, heard by your friends."

Indeed, disasters come from careless words, I regretted utterly.

"Ah..." Daniel sighed, his expression filled with helplessness, "I understand your predicament, but Natalie didn’t know. That night, he called me asking if I was slept by a woman, and said the woman praised me for being handsome and skillful. I was puzzled at the time."

If special effects were present, I would surely appear like a bursting smoky black skeleton cracking apart.

"I asked him where he heard it, and he said the person involved spoke directly. I didn’t believe him then, thought he was joking." Daniel looked at me, his eyes smiling, and his face blushing even more, "Only today did I realize he wasn’t lying."

"Mr. Carter, I’m so sorry, I absolutely didn’t expect—" I held my forehead, embarrassed beyond words, wishing to dig a hole in the ground, but I had to clarify things to restore his innocence.

"That day was my birthday, celebrating at my grandmother’s, Adrian Gordon also came but I chased him away. He kept waiting downstairs, and when I was leaving, he ran out and pulled me. You know about my drunken night before, he waited all night downstairs, saw you hadn’t left either, so he thought I..."

"Of course, we’re completely innocent, but he insisted we did something, so I went along with his words, exaggerating further... I was just, upset, wanted to hit him hard, so he won’t bother me anymore..."

I babbled incoherently, grasping my ears and cheeks with embarrassment, "Later when I left, I got in the car and found someone sitting in the adjacent car. My mind buzzed, thinking I was done, but I felt that nobody knew anyone anyway, didn’t mind... As that car left, I saw the plate, easy to remember... the Bentley with 66688, never thought it was Young Master Yates, your friend..."

Daniel maintained a smile throughout, patiently listening to my rambling.

"So that’s how it is, quite a coincidence indeed." He nodded, grasping the situation clearly.

Then, he switched the subject, "But your double-edged sword hit not only Adrian Gordon hard, but also my reputation..."

He paused, his smile turning more complex, "Ah... Natalie mocked me for being slept by a girl and dare not admit it, surely girl denied afterward, I’m really..."

He left the sentence unfinished, shaking his head with a bitter smile, feeling utterly helpless and embarrassed.

Upon hearing this, my mind exploded further, "Then... what do we do? Should I go and explain to Young Master Yates?"

"How would you explain?"

"Just say nothing happened between us, I didn’t sleep with you, and you didn’t sleep with me."

"A girl like you explaining such matters, doesn’t it make me look even worse?"

"This..." I was collapsing, utterly embarrassed, "What do we do then?"

As we both struggled with this, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Daniel, they say you specially went to pick up a distinguished guest, which lady from a noble family is so important to you?"

I looked towards the voice to see someone tall and imposing, with a dignified demeanor, smiling.

Before Daniel turned around, his expression grew even more subtle.

"Speak of the devil." He muttered.

What? Is this Natalie Yates?

I didn’t recognize him.

After all, the Yates Family and the Carter Family were of equal standing, different from the Miller Family, usually no interaction.

And my social circle mostly consisted of girls, not very familiar with these wealthy heirs.

Daniel turned, raising his hand elegantly, introducing, "This is the owner of 66688, Natalie Yates. Natalie, this is..."

Natalie happened to walk close, standing there with deeper smiling eyes, looking at me with interest.

He interrupted Daniel’s introduction, speaking leisurely, "I know her, Eldest Miss Miller, famous recently in the circles."

My face blushed, not knowing where to place my gaze, I nodded slightly, "Hello, Mr. Yates."

Natalie curiously asked, "Is Eldest Miss Miller interested in my car?"

At his question, I met his gaze, clearly seeing in his eyes the curiosity he had that night.

Since we already faced each other, I went all in, pretending composure with a smile, explaining openly, "Mr. Yates, sorry for letting you witness that chaos, but I must clarify, I was upset with Adrian Gordon, spoke rashly, unjustly damaged Mr. Carter’s reputation—we are absolutely innocent, nothing happened."

Daniel raised a hand, brushed his nose, lightly coughed to hide embarrassment.

Natalie’s inquisitive gaze moved between Daniel and me, then murmured "Oh" knowingly, "So it’s...fallen petals touched water..."

"Natalie!" Daniel suddenly interrupted him, sending a warning glance.

Natalie chuckled, "Actually, whether anything happened, you two know best. No need to explain to outsiders, we’re all adults, some things are tacitly understood, right?"

I stared at him in disbelief, what does he mean? Still not convinced?

"Mr. Yates, I got drunk that night, Mr. Carter stayed just to take care of me, we really—"

"Drunk, isn’t it easier to get reckless after that?" Natalie looked at Daniel, his smile more mischievous, "And... taking care of? Second Master Carter, raised with half a dozen servants, knows how to care for someone?"

Daniel’s face darkened, "During the years I trained in the army, what hardship haven’t I been through?"

I pondered, Daniel had been in the army?

Natalie nodded, "True, but it’s indeed the first time I’ve heard you taking care of someone—Eldest Miss Miller, you’re unique, never seen before, never again... only.

My smile was stiff, my mind was a chaotic mess, even my guts felt filled with some unknown emotion, swelling and restless.

What’s this supposed to mean? Is it saying Daniel treats me exceptionally?

Right, I recalled an important matter tonight—I must ask Daniel, understanding his true motive for approaching and being kind to me.