Chapter 91: Chapter 91

I was taken aback, and said, "I’m okay, not sleepy." But the next second, I couldn’t help but yawn.

Daniel Carter laughed, "Sleep, it’ll take an hour to get to your company."

If I stay awake, the silence feels awkward, but chatting might make the conversation even more uncomfortable.

So indeed, sleeping is more suitable.

Even if I can’t sleep, I could pretend to be asleep.

I intended to fake sleep, while thinking about design drafts and planning Veyrona’s fashion show post New Year. Unexpectedly, Daniel Carter hit a button, and my seat instantly adjusted to a perfectly ergonomic state, making me comfortably recline.

Instinctively, I turned to look at him, and he explained, "This way it’s more comfortable."

"Alright, thanks..." I could only smile in response.

Closing my eyes, I still felt awkward inside.

This kind of interaction is clearly more suitable for couples or spouses.

How could there be a normal relationship where one drives while the other lounges comfortably and sleeps?

But I’m not familiar with the car’s controls, nor do I know where to touch to raise the backrest. So I had to lie .

The result was obvious; the car was too comfortable, too quiet, and as I lay there, I eventually fell asleep.

I don’t sleep well at night and am used to staying up late, so I do need a half-hour nap at noon.

Yet today at noon, I slept for a full one and a half hours in Daniel Carter’s luxury car passenger seat!

As I slowly opened my eyes, instinctively stretching, a gentle, amused voice sounded by my ear, "Finally awake?"

My mind buzzed, my movements froze, and I turned to look. Daniel Carter was holding his phone, looking at me with a smile.

I panicked instantly and quickly sat up.

Daniel Carter pressed a button, and my seat back slowly rose.

I was utterly embarrassed, turning to look outside, we were in the parking lot under my company’s building.

"What time is it? Why didn’t you call me?" Before my voice faded, a coat fell from me, and looking down, it was Daniel Carter’s overcoat.

How did I sleep like a log, not even noticing him covering me with his coat? In TV shows, whenever the male lead covers the female lead with something, doesn’t she just happen to wake?

"Two-thirty," Daniel Carter replied, soothingly, "No rush, wake up first."

He handed me a bottle of water, considerately unscrewing the cap.

I felt even more awkward.

I remember after eating and waking up, due to having my mouth closed for a long time, there might be breath odor, but I usually can’t smell it myself.

I wasn’t sure if I had it now, but I nodded and accepted the water he handed, gulping down half a bottle, thinking about cleaning my mouth.

He surprisingly raised his eyebrows, "Was the lunch salty?"

"No, no, that’s just my habit, a cup of water when waking up." I quickly found an excuse.

Having slept, drunk water, and reached the place—I should really get off.

"Here’s your coat." I gathered up his coat and handed it to him. Get full chapters from NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Daniel Carter took it and casually tossed it onto the second-row seat.

His coat had the same rich, fresh forest-and-grass scent as his presence, and even after taking the coat away, the scent faintly lingered at the tip of my nose.

I knew my cheeks must have started to flush again, just wanting to escape quickly.

"Sorry for taking up your time, I really have to go." I smiled in farewell, extending a hand to push the car door.

The car was quite high, and with my height over 1.7 meters, my toes could just reach the ground.

Before my other leg settled, suddenly Daniel called from behind, "Lily Miller."

"Yes?" I responded, turning back.

He was seated in the driver’s seat, I stood by the car door, our eyes nearly level without needing to bend down.

Daniel Carter’s brows and eyes were calm, his expression indifferent, staring at me for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "Lily Miller, I can wait. Whether it’s a year or half a year, or three to five years, I can wait."

Frozen there, my brain was overwhelmed by dizziness.

He unexpectedly revealed his feelings out of the blue, candidly and completely tore down the barrier!

I didn’t know what my expression was at that moment, but my heartbeat reached an unprecedented speed.

How should I respond?

Reject him again, or tell him to wait?

"I’ve told you, don’t call me Mr. Carter."

My mind was already a mess, and being interrupted by him, I was even more clueless about what to say.

Daniel Carter opened his door, walked around the car front to my side.

I turned around dazedly, eyes widened like bronze bells, staring at him without a clue.

"Previously, I didn’t dare be direct because of your status as still being married; also worried that you might not have feelings for me, and once I clarified things, we might not even remain friends."

He stood by my side, still gentle and slow, making his words even clearer.

"I originally planned to keep things ambiguous, at least still able to see you occasionally, but now that you’re divorced, new suitors might appear soon, so I..."

He shrugged slightly with a smile, didn’t finish his words, but we both understood.

He worried if he didn’t express his feelings soon, someone else might snatch the chance away, and he would miss the opportunity.

I shook my head repeatedly, reaffirming, "Don’t worry, I’m really not eager to get into a relationship right now, let alone marriage."

After all, I exhausted all my efforts on Adrian Gordon, yet it ended so miserably. It’s hard to regain the courage to confront love anytime soon.

Even though I admire Daniel Carter, even have a special fondness for him, I never considered starting a relationship. I rather enjoyed the quiet personal thrill of having a crush.

This way felt safer and wouldn’t hurt.

Daniel Carter raised his hand to pat my shoulder, nodding, "I understand your feelings, you need time to heal. That’s why I said I’m willing to wait."

I frowned in distress, "Daniel, between us there’s really..."

"I get your concerns, from my perspective those aren’t issues. What matters most is how you feel about me." He interrupted me, not even giving me a chance to refuse.

And hearing his words, "What matters most is how you feel about me," instantly made my heart anxious, dropping my gaze.

I knew he had already seen through me.

Sure enough, he lowered his head with a soft laugh, "From our time spent together recently, I can be certain you at least have some fondness for me. If given the chance to develop, I think there will be a day when quantity shifts to quality between us."

The way he confessed was truly unique.

I couldn’t respond, my mind a tangled mess.

"Alright, telling you this isn’t to pressure you. Don’t feel the need to evade; continue working, living as you should, don’t feel bothered." He lightly patted my shoulder, his tone lively, "You should go up, I’ll come pick you up for the school anniversary in a few days."

Once he finished speaking, seeing me still frozen, he humorously raised an eyebrow, "What? Reluctant to leave?"

"No, not at all!" Immediately regaining composure, I turned around, speeding up my steps, but felt impolite, so near the elevator hall, I remembered to turn back and say goodbye.

Daniel Carter was still there, smiling and waving at me.

My face grew warmer, I turned and ran, almost bumping into the fire door—not almost, I indeed bumped into it, but quickly recoiled, so the impact wasn’t severe.