Chapter 539 He Likes Me?
After Lyric finished fastening her seatbelt, she glanced over at Daniel, who was slumped against the passenger seat, eyes closed and brows furrowed.
His long, curled eyelashes stood out.
His suit hung loosely, revealing his delicate collarbone.
Thinking he was asleep, Lyric cautiously asked, "Need help with your seatbelt?"
No response.
She sighed and leaned over.
As she reached for the seatbelt beside him, they ended up very close together.
Lyric's heart raced as she bit her lip, pulled the seatbelt over, and fastened it for him.
His deep, shallow breaths mingled with the air around her neck.
His lips brushed against her neck.
A tingling sensation made Lyric freeze.
She fumbled to fasten the seatbelt.
He still hadn't woken up.
She nudged his arm, "Daniel, where do you live? I'll take you home."
He was deeply asleep, the kind of man who fit her aesthetic perfectly.
She asked several times, but he didn't respond.
She couldn't just take him to her place, so after some thought, she decided to drop him off at a hotel. She turned the steering wheel and drove to her family's hotel, part of a global chain.
No one would recognize her there.
Using her ID, she booked a presidential suite and then awkwardly helped Daniel into the elevator, out of the elevator, and into the room.
The door to the suite opened.
The room was pitch black.
She didn't turn on the lights.
Lyric guided Daniel to the bed, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.
She bent down and removed his black leather shoes.
She fetched a basin of water and used a soaked towel to wipe his hands and handsome face.
She pulled a white blanket from the corner and covered him.
Even without the lights, the moonlight revealed his flawless features.
Lyric gazed at his familiar face, feeling a bit dazed. She had only seen this face in college promotional photos before.
Now, it was even more captivating than in the photos.
Lyric reached out, wanting to touch his face. At the office, he was always preoccupied, with a cold expression.
She didn't know why he drank so much tonight. Was something bothering him?
Unfortunately, she couldn't help him.
She feared being too forward, worried that if he woke up and saw her like this, he might misunderstand her intentions.
Her fingers curled slowly. 'No rush, Lyric. He will be yours eventually.' She wondered.
"Mr. Taylor, rest well tonight. If there's nothing else, I'll be going. See you at the office tomorrow." Lyric whispered with a smile, then stood up from the bedside.
Just as she was about to leave.
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and before she could react, she was pulled onto the bed.
The room spun around her.
He pinned her down.
His eyes were open, his face flushed from the alcohol.
His eyes were red.
Their noses touched.
The pleasant scent of his aftershave filled Lyric's nostrils.
"Mr. Taylor—" Lyric's eyes widened, and she nervously swallowed.
She didn't know why he suddenly woke up or what he intended to do.
He gazed at her tenderly, drunk, seeing countless Margarets smiling at him.
He buried his head in her neck, kissing and biting.
"Daniel—" Lyric tried to push him away.
He held her tighter, "Don't push me away. I feel terrible. Stay with me."
At this moment, Lyric had no idea she was being used as a substitute.
Lyric looked down at him in shock, "Do you recognize me?"
"I like you. Don't reject me."
His voice was incredibly alluring.
Lyric's heart melted. She was overwhelmed with joy at Daniel's confession.
Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes as she responded to his kiss.
Their fingers intertwined.
He kissed her passionately while removing his tie, shirt, and suit jacket.
"Margaret, you have no idea how much I like you."
"How much do you like me?" Lyric asked breathlessly, her face flushed.
He kissed the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse, "Very, very much."
"More than I like you?"
"Of course."
He gently removed her clothes.
Lacking experience, facing the unknown, Lyric was filled with fear.
She nervously gripped the bedsheet, looking at him uneasily.
"Relax. I'll be very gentle."
Daniel truly mistook Lyric for Margaret.
His tone was unbelievably gentle.
Even during the act, he was careful not to be too forceful. He treated her like the most precious treasure in the world, afraid of breaking her or making her angry, never leaving her side.
Even in his dreams, he was restrained, gentlemanly, and considerate.
Lyric had long hair like Margaret, her hair spread across the white pillow.
She saw a depth of emotion in his eyes she had never seen before.
His gaze was gentle. One look, and she couldn't help but want to dive in, to drown.
This Daniel, who secretly loved her, how could she bear to reject him?
She couldn't.
Even though he wanted more, he held back for her sake, only kissing her brow, her fair skin.
Kissing her long hair.
"Daniel, I'm willing to give myself to you." She kissed the corner of his lips, giving him immense encouragement.
Both were inexperienced, so the process wasn't particularly beautiful.
Afterward, Daniel fell into a deep sleep.
Lyric endured the tearing pain, got out of bed, and took a shower.
A friend messaged her, asking if she had settled him in.
She awkwardly replied, "I put him on the bed."
"Where else would he sleep? Once you've dropped him off, leave immediately, got it? Don't stay too long; drunk men are trouble." Her friend sent a voice message.
Before she could reply, another voice message came, "Don't sleep with him without a clear relationship. Men won't cherish what they easily get. Wait for him to confess and establish a relationship, remember."
Lyric's mind was a mess. If Daniel woke up and saw her, would he think she was a promiscuous girl? She was traditional at heart, only reckless tonight...
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