Chapter 62: Chapter 62

I was deeply moved in my heart.

He even noticed such subtle details.

I laughed and feigned admiration, saying, "You’re amazing, how do you know everything?"

He smiled faintly, "Don’t forget, I grew up in the military."

"Oh..." I nodded, understanding.

After years of rolling around in the military, injuries and bleeding are inevitable, so surely he knows some basic medical care knowledge.

"Alright, let’s eat first. The café here has some business meals, we’ll just eat something simple. Once I’m done being busy these days, I’ll invite you for something better." He picked up the menu and handed it to me, ending the topic.

Upon hearing this, I realized he was still very busy after returning from his trip.

Yet he still took the time to find me, just to see whether my wound was serious or not.

I lowered my gaze to the menu, but my mind was swirling, thinking about other things.

If he continues to be so attentive and caring, it’ll be really hard for me to keep my original intentions and only treat him as a regular friend.

Daniel Carter, what exactly does he want?

Repaying a favor doesn’t have to be .

We ordered two business meals, and halfway through eating, Secretary Harris appeared.

"Chairman, the medicine you instructed to buy."

"Hmm, thank you for your hard work."

Daniel Carter took the bag of medicine and handed it to me, "Take it home and apply it daily according to the instructions. Girls love beauty, don’t leave a scar."

Just as I finished eating, I took the medicines, looked inside, and besides antiseptic, there were anti-inflammatory painkillers and a scar removal ointment.

His thoughtful and meticulous care is truly unmatched.

I was exceedingly grateful, "Thank you, Mr. Carter."

He suddenly asked, "Do you want me to help you apply it now?" Read full story at novęlfire.net

I was startled, shaking my head repeatedly, "No, no, Mr. Carter, you just returned from a trip, surely there are many tasks waiting to be handled. Finish your meal and quickly get busy, my little issue shouldn’t trouble you."

"You’re still so polite with me." He put down the utensils, elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at me and said, "When can you stop calling me Mr. Carter?"

"..." I pursed my lips, stunned.

I remember the first time I went to Carter Manor, when I measured him for clothes, he said to just call him Daniel.

But I am not qualified, and we aren’t that familiar.

Now, he brought up this topic again.

I was stunned for two seconds, then smiled, "Then...what should I call you? Using full names doesn’t feel right, just calling Daniel feels..."

"What does it feel like? Isn’t a name meant to be called?"

I was torn inside, my mouth half-open, too embarrassed to speak it aloud.

"Otherwise, I’ll call you Chairman like Secretary Harris does?" After all, in the workplace, people usually address each other by their titles.

But Daniel Carter quickly retorted: "You’re neither my subordinate nor my partner."

After speaking, before I could respond, he directly said, "Just call me Daniel."

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward, and my cheeks embarrassingly grew warm again.

Luckily, Secretary Harris appeared again.

He bent down, quietly reminded, "Chairman, the headquarters knew you’ve returned from your trip, they want you to go over now."

Daniel Carter nodded in agreement, then looked at me, I quickly stood up, "Since you’re busy, I won’t delay you, once you’re done, I’ll invite you to dinner—thank you for your concern."

I waved the medicine in my hand, indicating gratitude for him buying the medicine for me.

Daniel Carter curled his lips into a light smile, "Alright, I’ll be free after this week."

"Okay, then let’s arrange for next week."

I smiled and turned to follow his pace, walking downstairs together.

When he was about to get in the car and leave, suddenly he turned back to remind me, "Don’t work on the clothes in the next few days, wait until your arm is healed, there’s no rush."

A warm current flowed through my heart, I nodded, "Okay."

In front of him, I naturally became very obedient, no longer stubborn.

Watched the Audi A8 slowly drive away, I held the medicine in my hand, my mind repeatedly replaying his words and smiles.

Daniel Carter, Daniel Carter, are you simply repaying kindness, or using it as a pretense to flirt with me?

I can’t figure it out, nor dare to verify it.

Firstly, the difference in identity is too big, unrealistic.

Secondly, I haven’t divorced yet, at this time I definitely can’t start new feelings, not even ambiguity.

Weekend, Sophie Miller’s memorial service.

I ordered ten ultra-luxury wreaths and arranged with the shop to deliver them to the funeral parlor at a specified time.

The memorial service starts at eight-thirty; I arrived at eight-twenty, and the shop had already delivered the wreaths to the entrance.

I walked into the condolence hall and saw Lily Miller’s portrait hanging at the front from afar. The sound of mourning music echoed in my ears, matching the sadness in my heart.

Jason Miller, Shirley Turner, Mason Miller, and Adrian Gordon were standing in the family’s position, greeting the guests who came to offer their condolences one by one.

I looked around and found the staff, instructing them to bring the wreaths inside.

The staff saw that there were quite a few and called two more people to help.

The Miller family relatives were surprised to see me, "Lily, you’re here too?"

"Yeah, we’re family after all; I came to pay my respects."

"Yes, it’s still you who have the broad mind, your dad doesn’t know how to behave, don’t follow his example." This was said by my lousy dad’s sister, my younger aunt.

My aunt has always had a sound sense of ethics, so I spoke to her politely, putting on a facade of grievance, "Thank you, Aunt, for understanding my difficulty. He gave birth to me and raised me, so no matter how poorly he behaves, I have to accept it."

As soon as I finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly interrupted the mourning music, "Who brought these in? Take them away! Take them all away!"

I looked toward the voice and saw Shirley Turner was throwing a fit again.

She rushed to the wall, kicked over the wreaths I had sent, and stomped and kicked them repeatedly.

Jason Miller stepped forward to stop her, "What are you doing! Lily is also part of the Miller Family. Isn’t it appropriate for her to send a wreath?"

"Not necessary! My daughter doesn’t need her sympathy or pity! It’s clear she came not to mourn but to enjoy the spectacle, to humiliate me. Oh, my pitiful daughter... she’s gone so young, and now she’s being humiliated even after death..."

Crying out, Shirley Turner gradually broke down into tears, collapsing on the floor.

Jason Miller tried to pull her up but couldn’t manage.

Adrian Gordon limped closer, trying to help but was too weak.

Jason Miller had to call his son over, and together they struggled to finally lift Shirley Turner.

I stood at a distance, watching coldly.

Once Shirley Turner stood up, she turned her gaze and saw me. She immediately commanded Adrian Gordon, "Adrian, kick her out! Quickly!"

Adrian Gordon turned to look at me, his face dark, and spoke quietly, "Aunt Turner, Lily has good intentions; please don’t act . There are many guests, and it won’t sound good if word gets out."

Shirley Turner was stunned, looking at him angrily, "What, Lily’s body isn’t even cold yet, and you’re already shifting your affections? Starting to protect that wicked woman?"

Adrian Gordon’s face also darkened, "Aunt Turner, do you really want Lily’s funeral to be so embarrassing?"

"You still know this is Lily’s funeral? Then I order you now, go slap her a few times for Lily! If it wasn’t for her cruel heart and indifference, Lily wouldn’t have died so early..."

I was initially watching the spectacle from the sidelines, unwilling to get involved, but as the words went too far, I couldn’t bear listening anymore.

"Stepmother, by your logic, should I be flogging Lily’s corpse today to avenge the grudge of stealing my husband?"

As soon as I spoke, the scene stirred into chaos.

Unhurriedly, I continued, "Though this man is indeed not substantial, even if it’s something I’ve discarded, it should be my throwaway before your daughter picks it up. Her direct competition with me is unreasonable, isn’t it?"

"Lily!" My words were cut off by Adrian Gordon’s stern rebuff, his face extremely disgusted.

I pursed my lips, looked around helplessly, and sighed, "Forget it; I’ve paid my respects, whether you appreciate it is your matter, I’m leaving."

"Lily, wait." Adrian Gordon suddenly spoke, stopping me.

I paused, not turning around, when I heard him address Jason Miller and Shirley Turner, "Dad, Aunt Turner..."

I frowned, deeply puzzled; how did he manage to call Jason Miller "Dad?"

"It was I who asked Lily to come today," Adrian Gordon explained in a low, steady voice, "Firstly, considering we’re family, she should’ve appropriately sent Lily off as her sister. Secondly, there’s something I want to publicly state while everyone is here today."

This last part made me uneasy, feeling a sudden bad premonition.

What’s he plotting again?

Shirley Turner’s face was furious, her eyes swollen, glaring at Adrian Gordon, "What statement do you want to make? Lily isn’t buried yet, and you’re already considering getting back with this wretched woman?"

"Yes!" Adrian Gordon admitted calmly and directly.

This unexpected twist made Shirley Turner’s expression instantly colorful.

I, too, raised my eyebrows sharply, feeling Adrian Gordon’s mental issues were growing.

Adrian Gordon was entirely unfazed by the scene’s uproar, his gaze sweeping the condolence hall, looking at the Miller family’s relatives and friends, with a grave, complicated expression, then declared solemnly—

"The departed are gone, and living well is the greatest respect for the departed. I’ve always considered Lily my sister, so when I learned she was terminally ill, I couldn’t bear it, and agreed to marry her, giving her a wedding, letting her leave without regret. Now that Lily is gone, my commitment and responsibility to her are also concluded—I must take responsibility for the person who loves me deeply and sacrifices everything for me."

Upon hearing this, my shock was enough to blow up a mountain!

Does he really have no shame? Can these words be said publicly?

"Adrian Gordon, don’t—" I was disgusted beyond measure, hastily wanting to stop him.

But Adrian Gordon didn’t give me a chance to speak, turning to me, took a velvet box from his pocket, and opened it.

Inside was an enormous diamond ring!

Everyone present was stunned by this scene, almost dropping their jaws.

"Today, please let all friends and family witness; I want to propose to Lily again." With this, he moved on his injured leg, slowly kneeling on one knee.

I am shocked and disdainful, instinctively stepping back.

"Lily, I’m sorry to have wronged you, please give me another chance, marry me! I’ll make up for it with a grand wedding, giving you the best of everything, please forgive me."

He raised the diamond ring, presenting it to me with a heartfelt vow of proposal.