Chapter 538 Bringing Daniel Home
"Daniel, you gotta be happy. You have to be. Otherwise, Raymond and I won't be able to relax," Margaret said, pressing her lips together and repeating herself.
Such a good guy shouldn't end up alone. He deserves to find someone just as wonderful and walk down the aisle.
Daniel smiled, keeping his gentlemanly demeanor, and nodded slightly in agreement.
The wine today was supposed to be excellent.
But he was afraid of losing control of his emotions, so he didn't drink.
He barely touched his food, finding it tasteless and uninteresting.
Daniel silently walked out of the wedding venue.
Margaret turned around, seeing his retreating figure, and said to Raymond in surprise, "He hardly ate anything. Why did he leave?"
She wanted to call out to Daniel.
Raymond held her fingertips and whispered, "It's good to let him have some time alone."
"Why does he look like he's forcing a smile?"
"Because he is."
"That's nonsense. He said he only sees me as family, not what you're thinking."
Raymond smiled without saying a word. He didn't believe it. The way Daniel looked at Margaret always had a story behind it. If he were in Daniel's shoes, he wouldn't be so magnanimous.
"Sweetheart, don't disturb him. Let him be alone for a while. Let him heal on his own." Raymond said softly, kissing her forehead.
Daniel drove to a bar, ordered a bunch of drinks, and then asked the bartender to leave him alone.
His eyes were red as he twisted open a bottle of red wine and poured the crimson liquid into a wine glass.
He tilted his head back and drank. The wine today was bitter, very bitter.
It was hard to swallow.
So bitter that tears slowly rolled down his handsome face, falling onto his watch-clad wrist. The girl he loved was married.
Margaret's groom wasn't him.
He had to pretend to be gracious, saying all the right things because he was a good person and couldn't afford to be inappropriate.
After he guarded her for so many years, his princess had found her knight today. She didn't need his unrequited love anymore.
From today on, he could only be her brother.
The dream of becoming Margaret's husband, a dream he had for over a decade, was completely shattered.
He was unwilling to accept it, but what could he do? Margaret didn't love him.
He and Margaret were always just a little short of fate.
Bottle after bottle of red wine went down his throat.
Daniel covered his face and cried loudly.
He had planted a garden full of roses for her, but she never saw them.
He was still taking care of her parrot, waiting for her to come and take it home.
Night fell.
Daniel was passed out drunk when the bartender came to check on him, nudging his arm and finding him motionless on the sofa.
His head tilted back, his Adam's apple occasionally moving.
The bartender noticed his phone lying open beside him. He needed to find someone to take him home. They were closing soon and couldn't let customers stay overnight.
Picking up the phone, the bartender scrolled through the call log and found the most recent contact. It was a young woman's number. She had asked for his number after a business lunch a few days ago, confirming it was correct with a brief call.
So the call log showed only a two-second call.
The bartender had no idea he was dialing that number.
Meanwhile, Lyric Vaughn, wearing a cute dress, was shopping with her friend. The mall belonged to Lyric's father. Lyric generously said to her friend, "To thank you for the order with The Taylor Group, pick anything you like. I'll pay."
"Then I won't hold back," her friend smiled, heading to the luxury section and picking out a $2 million handbag.
Lyric asked the clerk to charge it to her account. The clerk was stunned, never having seen someone so lavish.
"By the way, Lyric, how's it going with your dream guy?"
"Don't even mention it. Just the same. I have his WhatsApp and phone number, but he hasn't contacted me once."
Her phone suddenly rang.
Lyric picked it up and saw Daniel as the ID on the screen. She was stunned, thinking she must be mistaken, and rubbed her eyes.
"No mistake, it's Daniel. Answer it," her friend nudged her arm, urging her.
Lyric took a deep breath, feeling incredibly nervous. She had no idea why Daniel was calling her, especially so suddenly.
She let the phone ring for a while before answering, trying to sound composed, "Hello, Mr. Taylor?"
"Do you know Mr. Taylor?" a stranger's voice asked.
"Yes."
"He's drunk at our bar. We're closing soon. You need to come get him," the man said directly.
Lyric hadn't even agreed before the call abruptly ended.
Her friend heard her complaint, "This isn't good, right? Isn't this moving too fast? And he's drunk..."
"Opportunity is knocking, Lyric. Grab it. Go on," her friend advised. "If you want to win him over, you need to be around him more. He doesn't even know you. How can he like you?"
It made sense.
Lyric, carrying her luxury handbag and wearing high heels, grabbed her car keys and ran out of the mall.
She drove the flashiest convertible to the bar's location.
She had intended to keep a low profile. During work, she always dressed plainly and wore no makeup. But today was the weekend, and she was out shopping with her best friend, so her outfit matched her status.
Before getting out of the car, she took out a small mirror and touched up her already perfect face.
She thought, 'Daniel is so drunk, and he probably wouldn't recognize me.'
She opened the car door and headed to the bar's private room.
The room was dimly lit. She saw Daniel in a black suit, a simple white shirt underneath, the collar resting on his jacket.
His eyes were closed, fingers rubbing his forehead, looking pained.
Lyric tipped the bartender a few hundred dollars and then helped the unconscious Daniel up and out of the bar.
She got him settled in the passenger seat and closed the door. Returning to the driver's seat, she buckled her seatbelt and reminded him, "Mr. Taylor, please buckle your seatbelt."
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