Chapter 552 Daniel, Do You Still Dare to Fuck Me Now?
Daniel picked the restaurant for dinner.
He was a real gentleman. Even though he was her boss, he never acted like he was above her. He pulled out her chair, served her food, and poured her wine.
The soft lighting cast a warm glow on Lyric's face.
For a moment, he was dazed, almost seeing Margaret instead of Della across from him.
Noticing her distracted eating, he smiled gently, "I'll take over Gerald's shoot. Enjoy your meal."
"Really, Mr. Taylor?" She paused, surprised at how easily he agreed. It was worth the wait.
She realized Daniel was easy to appease; a little softness from her, and he would relent.
"Margaret, I want you to be happy. I'll do anything to make you happy." Daniel, slightly tipsy, mistook her for someone else again.
He wanted her to be happy.
He would do anything.
Lyric's heart melted. All her previous resentment vanished in that moment.
He still cared about her.
Daniel paid for the meal.
They took a cab home.
The car stopped next to The Taylor Villa, and Lyric, now quite drunk, fell asleep in the car.
Daniel carried her out. She woke up in his arms.
He asked for her password, but it was face recognition.
The house was luxuriously decorated, not inferior to The Taylor Villa.
Daniel was slightly surprised; her employer's background was impressive.
The house was quiet, with only a few dim wall lights.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked, holding her.
Too drunk to respond, she just wanted to sleep.
He carried her upstairs, laid her on the living room sofa. She asked for water, and he patiently fetched a glass of warm water, watching her drink it.
Lyric was very obedient at that moment, doing whatever he asked without causing any trouble.
Most importantly, her eyes were full of him, sparkling like stars.
Daniel loved the way she looked at him, as if she were Margaret, full of affection.
"Mr. Taylor, thank you for bringing me home tonight. You can go now." She hiccuped after setting the glass down.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her arm, pressing her into the soft sofa.
His hand ran through her dark hair.
Before she could react, Daniel's cool lips were on hers.
He wanted to kiss her passionately, but restrained himself for some reason.
Her heart raced, breath quickened, and mind went blank when her secret crush kissed her.
She wanted to give in.
Daniel buried his face in her neck, sending shivers through her body.
"Lyric, remember, don't let him fool you! Don't sleep with him willingly!"
Her friend's words echoed in her ears.
She recalled the last time he used her, his cold, unfamiliar gaze.
She couldn't make the same mistake twice.
Emotion drained away, and her logic slowly returned.
She pushed him away, "Mr. Taylor, please respect yourself—"
He still held her tightly, eyes red with desire.
It was clear he didn't want to let go.
Though she wanted to, she couldn't keep going like this.
She wanted a real relationship, with a title and commitment.
"Mr. Taylor, I may not have much, but I have my pride."
"That's not what I meant." This time, he looked at her clearly, unlike last time when he remembered nothing.
"Daniel, I want to be your girlfriend. I want a relationship that leads to marriage. If you're just looking for a fling, find someone else."
Daniel's eyes narrowed, his gaze clearer, desire fading.
"Gerald was just to provoke me, wasn't he?"
"Yes. Daniel, I like you. I've liked you for years. I joined The Taylor Group to get close to you. I've been planning this for a long time. Can you accept me? Can you like me? From the moment I saw you at The Taylor Group, I wanted to tell you. Now that I've confessed, I feel relieved."
Lyric, maybe because of the alcohol, couldn't hold back and said everything in one breath.
She hated playing games. If you like someone, just say it outright, right?
Daniel sat up, lit a cigarette, and looked at her, smoking quietly.
Clearly, he hadn't expected Della to come for him.
Shrouded in smoke, she couldn't discern his expression.
Thinking of her long-time crush, she felt heartache and grievance as she watched him remain silent for so long.
He finished the cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Her cardigan slipped off her shoulder, revealing her fair, sexy arm. Her eyes reddened, "Daniel, do you still dare to sleep with me?"
If he were to make love to her, it would mean taking responsibility and marrying her.
She didn't want to keep guessing his thoughts.
He stood up, walked towards her.
Lyric's heart raced. She felt relieved, thinking he was about to confess.
His defined fingers pulled her cardigan back onto her shoulder, helping her dress properly.
"Ms. Vaughn, you're drunk. Get some rest. We have work tomorrow."
His words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing her passion, sincerity, and pride.
It wasn't a confession, but a rejection.
Lyric's heart felt as if it had been pierced, a constant, stabbing agony.
She was overwhelmed by bitterness, suppression, and sorrow.
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
But she didn't want him to see her weak. She had her pride.
"Yes, I'm drunk. Mr. Taylor, take care."
He picked up his coat from the sofa.
Without hesitation, he left.
All the sweetness, excitement, and his kindness tonight made her think he had feelings for her, so she dared to speak up.
She ruined it.
As the door closed, Lyric covered her mouth, hot tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her heart ached, tears salty in her mouth.
She had dreamed of marrying Daniel for years, and now that dream was shattered, broken into pieces.
"I won't stay in your house. No need to act with Gerald anymore. Thank you for indulging me these past days." It was time for everything to end.
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