Chapter 555 Have You Really Thought It Through, Want to Maintain This Kind of Relationship with Me?
The more she resisted, the harder it was for him to control himself.
Daniel's large hand lifted Lyric's skirt, sliding her stockings down to her ankles.
His fingers teased back and forth.
Lyric's face was flushed and hot, a sliver of rationality remaining as she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He hissed in pain, "Ms. Vaughn."
"Are you clear-headed now? Let go of me." She frowned, glaring at him.
Daniel had had a few drinks that night, and her cold, indifferent, and emotional gaze left him feeling agitated.
He longed for a girl as wonderful as Margaret to always look up at him with adoring, loving eyes.
Instead of letting her go, he pressed her tighter. "I want you."
At that moment, Daniel's eyes were filled with desire, the intense craving of a mature man for his prey. He wanted to devour her whole.
The alcohol had gone to his head.
In his hazy state, he saw Lyric pinned against the wall, as if she were Margaret.
She was crying, her tears like pear blossoms in the rain, making his heart ache.
He gently kissed the tears on her cheeks.
"Daniel, I don't want this—"
"Don't lie to yourself." He kissed her tenderly. She was both angry and unable to push him away, her body trembling slightly.
Just as he was about to kiss her, she turned her head to the side.
"Della, let's give it a try."
Lyric looked up in surprise, tears clinging to her eyelashes. "What?"
"As long as you stay by my side. I can give you anything. I can marry you. My heart is yours. Della, be with me, okay?"
He nibbled gently at her neck.
Those few words completely broke down Lyric's defenses.
Could she finally be with him openly?
Was he finally acknowledging her feelings?
Lyric thought about how her emotions had been tied to Daniel all this time. A smile from him could make her happy for days.
When he was cold to her, she would feel heartbroken.
This madness seemed to consume her, but now, everything had finally come to fruition, hadn't it?
She cried tears of joy.
She kissed his cool lips, her voice trembling with emotion. "Okay. We'll be together."
She was so easy to appease. Just one word from him, and she would set aside all her pride to stay with him.
The world spun.
Lyric was carried to the bed in the bedroom.
The cool moonlight streamed through the window.
The bed creaked softly, like an old lullaby.
Afterward, she lay on his solid chest, listening to him say domineeringly, "Della, I like it when you call me Mr. Taylor."
"Okay, I'll call you Mr. Taylor from now on." Lyric was immersed in happiness, not thinking much of it. It was just a name; she was willing to please him.
Lyric looked up at him with adoration, unable to hide her love.
She bravely traced his features with her fingers, like a painter with a brush, over his sharp brows, starry eyes, high nose, and handsome face. "Mr. Taylor, you have no idea how much I like you. Don't get arrogant, and don't get complacent, okay? You need to cherish someone who likes you this much."
The moonlight fell on her.
Lyric had a unique charm.
He kissed her forehead. "Della, promise me one thing."
"What?" She looked at him, puzzled.
He thought for a moment, saying, "Since you like me, you can't just give up halfway."
Lyric was a bit surprised by his possessiveness.
His worry was unnecessary. After all these years, liking him had become a habit.
"As long as you don't do anything to betray me, I won't leave you." This was her promise to him.
She wondered, 'Daniel, do you know how lucky you are? The daughter of the world's richest man is about to become your wife. Do you know how many people envy you? So you have to treat me well. Other women might like you for your money, fame, or a better life. But not me. I genuinely, sincerely like you for who you are.'
Lyric didn't want to tell him about her identity just yet. She planned to give him that surprise once their relationship was stable.
But she couldn't help but whisper, "Mr. Taylor, you're very lucky to have caught my eye."
"Likewise." His words carried a deeper meaning, probably implying that a girl from such a poor background as Lyric was lucky to have his special attention because of her looks.
Being with him was better than marrying someone else and struggling through life, right?
Lyric was pinned beneath him, and he commanded domineeringly, "No matter how I treat you, you have to like me. Stay by my side, unless I don't want you anymore."
"That's not fair." She frowned. What kind of unreasonable demand was that?
Daniel kissed her, coaxing her. "Promise me. Okay?"
"Daniel, I need you to respect me. I want a relationship based on mutual respect."
At this, Daniel smirked.
How naive. She was willing to be his substitute, to be kept by him, and still dreamed of mutual respect?
Lyric thought they were in a relationship, one that aimed for marriage.
She refused to give in, so he teased her in bed. For the first time, she discovered that the gentlemanly, refined Daniel had such a wild side.
"Will you agree?"
"Daniel, you can't treat me like this."
But Daniel didn't listen.
In the end, she was exhausted, her face flushed.
He wanted more, and she quickly begged for mercy. "No more, no more. I agree. I agree, okay?"
"Good girl, Della." He kissed her forehead.
He felt a bit disdainful. Nowadays, young girls would do anything to improve their living conditions, with no bottom line at all.
But he didn't plan to interfere in someone else's life. If she didn't mind, why should he?
The next morning.
He had an internal clock, so he woke up early.
When he saw that the woman in his arms was Della, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
No matter how much she resembled her, she wasn't Margaret.
Lyric was a light sleeper and opened her eyes too. Seeing Daniel sitting up and looking at her, she blushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito's. "Mr. Taylor, should we get ready and go downstairs for breakfast, then head to the office?"
"Ms. Vaughn, have you really thought this through, about maintaining this kind of relationship with me?" Daniel squinted, his tone mocking.
He didn't want to treat her as a substitute for Margaret; it was unethical. But she kept coming to him. So he was still giving her a chance to back out.
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