Chapter 1373 Harassment
The woman stumbled, expecting Daryl to catch her.
But Daryl didn't even blink. She lost her balance and fell awkwardly to the floor.
Seeing her sprawled out, Cecilia couldn't help but chuckle.
The coffee in the woman's cup spilled everywhere—on the floor, on Daryl's shirt, and all over herself.
Calliope, trying to keep things civil, quickly went over to help her up.
Daryl frowned at his now-stained white shirt, sighed, and started wiping it with a napkin, showing no concern for the woman on the floor.
Calliope helped her up and took her coffee cup, asking kindly, "You okay?"
Too angry to respond, the woman looked at her coffee-stained dress and stepped forward, confronting Daryl. "Hey, don't you have any sympathy? A girl falls in front of you, and you don't even try to help?"
Daryl didn't look up, his voice cold. "You should watch where you're going. I don't help people who want to fall."
Her face blushed with embarrassment. After a moment, she pointed at Daryl. "You're such a jerk! No sympathy at all!"
Daryl tossed the napkin into a nearby ashtray and said calmly, "You judged me by my looks. How dare you blame me? I didn't ask you to pay for my shirt. That's sympathy enough."
His words were sharp, and the few people who had witnessed the scene silently cheered.
The woman had tried to flirt with Daryl because he was handsome, but he didn't respond. She ended up making a fool of herself and then blamed him. Daryl's retort left her with no dignity, much to everyone's satisfaction.
"You!" She stomped her foot in frustration and turned to leave.
"Hey," Calliope called out, wanting to remind her she hadn't paid.
Cecilia, understanding the woman's embarrassment, shook her head at Calliope. It was just a coffee and a piece of cake; it wasn't worth causing more trouble over a few dollars.
But as the woman reached the door, Daryl spoke again. "Please pay your bill before you leave. I'm not covering for someone I don't know."
The woman froze, then turned back with a tearful face. "Who said you were paying?"
She pulled out fifty dollars from her purse, threw it on the counter, and left.
Cecilia picked up the fifty-dollar bill, while Calliope pouted. "She dresses so fashionably but still shorted us twenty bucks."
"Let it go. I thought we'd have to give it away for free," Cecilia said, shaking her head. At least they got their cost back, even if they didn't make a profit.
"Boss, you're too easygoing!" Calliope teased.
She then brought a box of wet wipes to Daryl. "Here, you can use these to clean your shirt."
"Thanks." Daryl took the wipes and glanced toward the counter.
Cecilia quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze.
Later, Calliope whispered to Cecilia, "Boss, he's really something. So many pretty, stylish women have tried to flirt with him these past few days, but he hasn't even blinked. Good men like him are rare. Are you sure you don't want him?"
Cecilia frowned. "Stop it, will you? His matters are of no concern to me. We have nothing to do with each other. Don't bring this up again!"
Calliope, disappointed, pouted. "Fine, I won't say anything."
As closing time approached, Cecilia couldn't take it anymore. She walked straight to Daryl's table and sat down across from him.
As Daryl saw her sit down, his eyes softened, and his voice was warm. "You finally decided to talk to me," he said.
Cecilia turned her face away, hating his smile. She had disliked his cold demeanor before, but his smile made her even more uncomfortable.
"Mr. Fields, you're a busy man. You've been sitting in my little café for days. Isn't it time for you to leave? My small shop can't accommodate you," she said coldly.
Daryl's smile faded. "I just want to see the mother of my child. Is that wrong?"
His words made Cecilia glare at him. "I've told you before, we have nothing to do with each other. Give up any fantasies. You're not welcome here. Leave and don't come back!"
She stood up to leave.
Daryl said, "You run a café. I'm a customer. You can't just kick me out."
"I don't want your business. That's my right," Cecilia snapped.
"I'm paying for my coffee and not stopping you from serving others. You're the one being unprofessional," Daryl said calmly.
Cecilia was at a loss for words.
Finally, she said angrily, "Fine, come if you want. But you're just a customer. Don't talk to me about anything else!"
She stormed off.
That day, Cecilia left the café early, too angry to stay until closing.
Two days later, Daryl was still coming to the café every day.
Cecilia was fed up with seeing him but couldn't kick him out. He was right; he was a customer, and she couldn't refuse him without a reason.
One afternoon, another woman tried to flirt with Daryl. As usual, he ignored her, not even giving her a glance.
But this woman was shameless, sitting down in front of Daryl and making inappropriate moves.
Daryl was furious. "Miss, if you don't respect yourself, I'll have to report you for harassment!"
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