Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Who would have thought he nodded, "Alright."

I was surprised, what does this mean?

He still wants to stay and keep drinking tea, so why was he ignoring me earlier?

I can’t figure this man out.

Daniel Carter returned to the sofa and sat down to drink tea. I racked my brain looking for a topic, "When is Melissa going abroad to perform?"

"She didn’t say, she’s quite busy these days."

"Oh, I see. But I’ve finished her clothes, she can come try them on whenever she’s free. If everything fits, she can take them, so it won’t delay her schedule."

Daniel lifted his head from the teacup and smiled gracefully, "Hmm, you’ve worked hard these days, doing everything for our family."

I sincerely said, "No, I should thank you guys, allowing me to make money and gain fame—you’re all my benefactors."

Daniel’s smile deepened, he put down the teacup and checked the time on his wrist.

I also quietly glanced at my phone, it was two-thirty in the afternoon, he surely needed to get back to work.

"Two-thirty, I should go, so as not to delay your work." He stood up, gracefully relaxed.

I eagerly flattered, "No, serving distinguished guests is my work."

He smiled without speaking, standing in place, looked at me as if wanting to say something but hesitated.

I slightly raised an eyebrow, "Is there something you want to say?"

"Ahem!" Daniel lightly clenched his fist, placed it by his lips and cleared his throat, then pointed at me, "Um... your outfit, it would be best to, uh, raise the neckline a bit."

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I instantly understood why he had been blushing and acting evasive, his eyes flickering!

Today, I was wearing a V-neck pullover, it drapes well. I like clothes made of this fabric, easy to care for, no need to iron, saves time.

When going out, just put on a double-faced wool coat over the pullover, it is very warm.

Returning indoors, I habitually took off the coat, wearing only the pullover.

Earlier, I bent over several times to measure the size for him, to see if the clothes fit. My attention was on the task, never noticing anything else?

And now, his reminder instantly clarified to me—when I was bending over, my chest must have been exposed!

I stood there, stiff and at a loss, tongue-tied.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I wanted to remind you at that moment, but I was afraid of making you feel awkward, so I didn’t say anything. But then I thought, if I didn’t mention it, you might... let someone else take advantage next time."

Just as I was at a loss for words, Daniel also blushed, awkwardly explaining and apologizing.

I became even more flushed.

What does he mean by letting someone else take advantage? Is he saying he can, but others can’t?

I quickly woke myself up, how could I get off topic at this moment? Of course, I should respond to what he said!

Moreover, what if he misunderstood?

I forced myself to act normal, despite being extremely embarrassed, I still looked at him and explained, "I...I didn’t notice earlier, you don’t think I deliberately dressed , intentionally in front of you..."

"No, no, I didn’t think that. You girls have the freedom to wear what you want, I understand and respect that. It’s just that you’re already beautiful, with such a figure... I think it’s better to be mindful because some men really can’t resist temptation, even a bit of provocation can instantly turn them into beasts, in that case... it could put you in a dangerous situation."

He explained earnestly, very sincerely.

If someone else said this, I would definitely argue back—this is classic victim-blaming.

But when Daniel says it, I find it very reasonable.

"You’re right, I’ll be more careful in the future." My face red, shyly nervous to the extreme, even my cheeks were subtly trembling.

Pursuing fashion and freedom in dressing is indeed a personal choice.

But in certain situations, a woman’s exposure of certain body parts, even unintentionally, can put herself in danger, that’s also a fact.

I remember in college during a law elective, a criminal law professor said that it only takes 40 seconds for a man to go from being stimulated to having an impulse.

Just like Daniel said, some men can instantaneously become beasts.

"Then, I’ll go, thank you for your hard work," Daniel nodded politely.

Still blushing, I stammered, "No, no hard work, when, when the clothes are done, I’ll deliver them to you."

I wanted to see him out the door, but since I wasn’t wearing a coat, he insisted I stay put.

After sending Daniel off, I turned back into the house, and as soon as I closed the door—I hugged my head in frustration and groaned.

I lifted my collar and looked down, sure enough, it was completely visible, thinking about how he must have seen everything earlier, I groaned even more.

But after calming down a bit, my romantic mind took over.

I started wondering what his reaction was when he saw it...

A while back, when he and Melissa Chandler gave me a ride home, we discussed body shape on the way and it was mentioned that I wasn’t suitable to be a professional model due to my ample bust.

Melissa asked him then, what he thought of my figure?

And today, having witnessed it firsthand, I think... he should be satisfied, right?

It’s a pity that the underwear I wore today was very plain, not alluring or sexy, just an auntie-style.

He probably thinks I’m very outdated.

When I realized what I was thinking, I blushed even more.

There’s really no hope anymore!

I can’t believe I’m fixating on such details. Do I subconsciously want to be more alluring and seductive, to make Daniel Carter lose his mind and turn into a beast?

I lay on the table, unable to believe I’ve become so... wanton in my thoughts.

I suddenly lifted my head, remembering that when he changed into the second set of clothes, he lingered in the fitting room for over ten minutes.

Could it be... he felt impulsive too and deliberately stayed inside to calm down?

After he changed into the second suit, when I measured him and talked to him, he barely responded and avoided eye contact—did he not dare to look at me again? Afraid of seeing me exposed once more? Afraid of being tempted again?

Realizing this, I covered my blushing cheeks, feeling indescribable emotions surge through me, both joyous and nervous, both shy and proud.

The next day, I scheduled a time with Melissa Chandler, and she took time to try on the Pleated apron Skirt. She was very satisfied.

But there were still some details that needed adjusting.

I worked overnight to finish the modifications before Tuesday.

The rush is because I’m going to the civil affairs bureau with Adrian Gordon on Tuesday.

I need to handle important work so that my mood won’t be too affected by any arguments with him, which might then affect my work.

To my surprise, he showed up on time at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau this time.

Seeing the scab on his face, I thought back to the night he tried to assault me, and instinctively stepped back two steps, distancing myself from him.

Adrian looked at me backing away, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Lily, I drank too much, got impulsive that day..." His expression was bleak and his tone faint as he apologized to me.

I didn’t respond, simply saying, "Let’s go in, the appointment time has arrived."

I walked ahead, pressing tightly on the signed divorce agreement in my bag, hoping he was truly awake this time and would let us both go.

We arrived at the divorce registration office and submitted the materials.

The staff asked some routine questions, and I answered them crisply and succinctly, but when it was Adrian’s turn, he listlessly spaced out, not responding.

"If you haven’t made up your mind, don’t rush to divorce. Every couple has small conflicts; good communication solves them," the staff advised, pushing the divorce agreement back.

I grew anxious, turning to glare at Adrian, asking in a low voice, "What do you mean? Even if you delay today, there’s no avoiding the court session on Thursday, so why bother?"

Adrian, under my grim gaze, looked at me quietly for a moment before telling the staff, "I’m voluntarily divorcing; our relationship is broken, beyond repair."

I secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright then..." The staff took the divorce agreement back, procedurally saying, "From today, there’s a thirty-day cooling-off period. During this time, either party can withdraw the divorce application. If you don’t withdraw and insist on divorcing, you can come back after thirty days to get the divorce certificate."

I was utterly baffled inside.

This cooling-off period is just too troublesome and unnecessary!

"Okay, thank you," I held down my dissatisfaction, politely thanked the staff, and got up to leave.

Just as I stepped out of the marriage registration office, Adrian quickly caught up to me, grabbing my arm.

"What are you doing? Let go!" I turned with a cold face and ordered.

"Lily, after we divorce, I’ll pursue you again, start from scratch," Adrian stared at me, speaking very seriously and persistently.

I frowned tightly, staring at him with ridicule, "You should get your brain checked; it’s really sick!"

I forcefully shook off his hand and turned to leave.

He shouted from behind, "Lily, I’ll give you freedom, let you try with Daniel Carter. When you see his true face, you’ll definitely come back to me!"

Crazy! Incurably sick!

I cursed inside, got into the car, and left.

Wennie Lane showed great concern for my significant life decisions, and I received her call while still on the road.

"No funny business this time; the divorce application has been submitted, waiting for the thirty-day cooling-off period."

My best friend asked curiously, "Then are you going to the court session on Thursday?"

"Yes!" I affirmed firmly, "Both approaches will be taken, not giving him a chance to backtrack."

"Good job, I’ll be there on the court day to support and demonstrate with you."

I was fully prepared, having notified even the ’support team,’ just waiting for Thursday’s court session. Unexpectedly, in just two days, a new issue arose.

The day after Adrian Gordon and I went to the civil affairs bureau, being Wednesday, I suddenly received a call from Amanda Gordon.

"Lily Miller, are you free tonight? I’d like to meet with you," Amanda’s tone was straightforward, sounding like she had very important matters.

But I was busy modifying Daniel Carter’s suit, so I said unequivocally, "No, I’m not free."

"Just for an hour, it won’t interrupt your work."

I bluntly said, "If you have something, just say it on the phone. Why meet? Our relationship is so tense; I’m afraid we might start fighting."

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "I have a video that can prove you had an affair during marriage. If you don’t come, I’ll send that video online."

My expression froze, shock and confusion filling my heart.

A video proving my affair?

Could it be a recording someone took when Daniel and I met?

I don’t care about my reputation, already disgraced thoroughly, but Daniel Carter’s status is special; he can’t have such a stain.

Seeing I didn’t respond, Amanda thought she had me, her tone growing a bit smug, "I’ll send the address to your phone. If you don’t come by six tonight, I’ll release the video."