Chapter 560 Have You Never Thought of Respecting Me?
Daniel leaned back in his chair, finally snapping out of his daze.
After Walter left, he picked up his phone from the table and plugged it in to charge. Once it powered on, he logged into WhatsApp and noticed Della's chat window.
There were numerous red notifications.
She was too clingy, so he had set her messages to 'Do Not Disturb.'
Opening the chat, he saw that she had cut her finger while chopping vegetables.
There were also several missed voice messages from her.
[Daniel, are you still busy?]
[When are you coming home for dinner?]
[Dinner is ready.]
A photo followed, showing a table full of delicious-looking dishes. Given her background, Daniel was not surprised that she knew how to cook.
Around noon, he received a call from a brand representative, informing him that the latest collection of clothes was out and asking if he had a girlfriend who could try them on.
This brand had a partnership with The Taylor Group.
Hearing the term girlfriend, he frowned slightly but thought about how Margaret liked this brand's clothes. Della wearing them would also please him.
It was a perfect opportunity to appease her.
He gave the brand representative an address and instructed them to send the clothes to Della.
To Daniel, Della was like a pet kept for amusement, not worth much effort. So he didn't drop his work to comfort her.
Instead, he sent her a WhatsApp message: [Dinner together tonight.]
After finishing work, under the starry night, he realized Della hadn't replied to his message.
Inside the apartment.
The brand representative had filled the apartment's sofa with the new clothes.
Each outfit came with matching jewelry, shoes, and accessories.
The taste was impeccable.
Lyric knew this was Daniel's way of apologizing, but she couldn't bring herself to be happy.
"Mrs. Taylor, see how much Mr. Taylor cares for you. As soon as our brand's clothes were out, he had them sent to you immediately," the professionally dressed manager said with a polite smile.
"I'm not his wife. Please don't get it wrong," she corrected, momentarily stunned.
At least not yet.
Did Daniel really treat her like a wife in his heart?
The manager knew she wasn't Daniel's wife. Daniel had never taken her out, indicating she was his mistress, someone he kept in luxury and secrecy.
He had seen many people and was good at talking. This situation was nothing new to him. He smiled and said, "You must be very special to Mr. Taylor. He has never been so attentive to anyone before. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let us know."
The manager had just left.
Half an hour later, Daniel returned.
He opened the door and saw the sofa piled with clothes.
He heard the sound of vomiting and followed it to the bathroom.
There he saw Della in casual clothes, hunched over the toilet, retching uncontrollably.
"Did you eat something bad? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Daniel walked in, pulled out some tissues, and handed them to her.
It was undoubtedly a gesture of goodwill.
Lyric's stomach felt terrible. After a long while, she slowly stood up, ignoring his concern and the tissues he offered.
She washed her face with cold water, grabbed some tissues herself, dried her face, and left the bathroom.
She poured a glass of warm water, took some medicine good for the stomach, and swallowed it with the water.
Daniel walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "I worked late yesterday, stayed at the office, and forgot about the dinner you made for me. I'm sorry."
She wanted to push his hands away.
He held her tighter. "Don't be mad. Did you like the clothes I had sent to you today?"
"Daniel, you promised me you'd come home for dinner. I went to the supermarket, bought ingredients, cooked for you, and waited eagerly for you to come back. But you didn't answer your phone or reply to my WhatsApp messages. Are you messing with me?" Lyric's anger flared up again. The issue had been bothering her all day.
Daniel didn't tell her his phone had died, and he was busy worrying about Margaret going into labor.
He didn't think she needed to know.
She was just a pet, not necessary to be part of his life.
"My phone died," he explained casually.
His chin rested on her shoulder.
She scoffed, "Your phone died, and you couldn't charge it? At least answer a call. Your erratic behavior makes me paranoid. I thought you had another woman out there. Daniel, if you don't like me or want to keep this relationship, just say so. I'm not that desperate; I don't need you."
"You want to find another man to keep this relationship?" Daniel picked up on the underlying message, thinking she was willing to settle for anyone to take a shortcut.
"What else? Should I stay loyal to you forever? This isn't the olden days."
"You really are open to anyone. Would you keep this relationship with any rich man?" Daniel sneered.
His words were harsh, like a knife stabbing into Lyric's heart.
He broke his promise, yet he acted like he was in the right.
Lyric pushed him away and slapped him hard. "Daniel, watch your mouth. You're the one who messed up, not me. I didn't sell myself to you."
They were just boyfriend and girlfriend. How could he see her like this?
Did he think she was after his money? It was absurd and laughable.
Daniel's expression turned cold. He touched his burning cheek and smirked. "How dare you! Do you not understand your place? I sent you clothes, and you're still causing a scene?"
"Daniel, do you think I'm a woman who can be appeased with a few clothes? Have you ever thought about respecting me?" Lyric pointed to her finger, wrapped in a bandage. "I hurt my hands cooking for you. You haven't asked about it once. What kind of person are you? You come home and expect me to cater to you?"
"If you don't want to cater to me, then let's end this," Daniel's eyes swept over her coldly, and he turned to leave.
Lyric was stunned, then let out a bitter laugh. "You want to break up?"
Their relationship was so fragile. Over such a small issue, he was already thinking of breaking up.
Daniel found her too annoying, too temperamental, not suitable as a pet. He thought visiting her and giving her an out was already generous.
But she didn't appreciate it.
He picked up his jacket, keys, and phone from the sofa, not even glancing at her, and left with a cold expression.
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