Chapter 569 Della, Let's Get Married
Lyric's first encounter with her had been full of excitement, but now her tone was icy cold.
Her gaze fell on the woman standing at the door, also dressed in a hospital gown. Maybe Lyric's cold response had hurt her, as a look of surprise and sadness flashed in her eyes.
Margaret was tall and slender, and even in a loose striped hospital gown, she exuded a unique charm and elegance. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Lyric noticed that Margaret was carrying some supplements. So, this was the type of girl Daniel liked—elegant and ladylike. But Lyric was different; she was rebellious to her core.
She didn't want to be like Margaret, didn't want to be anyone's shadow!
"Della, I was just worried about you," Margaret said, her lips trembling with hurt.
Lyric had been suppressing her anger, but seeing Margaret's persistence despite her rejection, all her years of self-restraint crumbled in an instant.
"I don't need it!"
"Margaret, you're here. Why don't you come in?" A gentle voice came from the hallway.
Lyric saw Daniel approaching.
Margaret looked at Daniel awkwardly. "I wanted to check on Della."
"If you want to chat, do it outside," Lyric said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it.
Daniel shielded Margaret, and the pillow hit his face before falling to the ground. Lyric's fingers tightened around the blanket. So this was how he protected someone he cared about.
"Daniel, I'll head back now. These supplements are a little something from Raymond and me. I hope Della gets better soon. Then we can all hang out," Margaret said, trying to smooth things over before turning to leave.
"I'll walk you out," Daniel offered.
Margaret was about to decline when Lyric scoffed, "Take your stuff with you. If you don't, I'll throw it in the trash."
Everyone except Lyric felt awkward. Margaret was puzzled, not understanding why she was being targeted. She refused Daniel's offer to walk her out, but he insisted.
As they walked down the hallway, Daniel looked at Margaret with guilt in his amber eyes. "She had a miscarriage, so she's in a bad mood. Don't be mad at her."
"A miscarriage? How did that happen?" Margaret asked, shocked.
Daniel didn't know how to explain. "It's a long story, but don't worry, I'll handle it."
"Is there anything we can do?" Margaret asked kindly.
Daniel didn't answer immediately. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the lower floors. Margaret lived on the fifth floor, while Lyric was on the tenth.
As the elevator arrived, Daniel suddenly spoke. "Just wait for my wedding. You don't need to get involved in anything else."
"Are you getting married?"
"Yes, I plan to."
"Does Della know?"
"I haven't told her yet. I don't know if she'll be happy."
"Of course she will. Della loves you. Marrying the person you love is wonderful. The elevator's here, I'm going. Take good care of her," Margaret said as she stepped into the elevator with the supplements. Despite Della's rude behavior, Margaret decided to let it go, considering Della was Daniel's soon-to-be wife and had just lost her child.
If she were in Della's shoes, she might have a bad temper too.
Lyric saw Daniel return and scoffed coldly.
He hadn't rested well in the past few days, evident from the dark circles under his eyes, but it didn't affect his handsome features and noble demeanor.
Today, Daniel wasn't wearing his usual business suit. Instead, he wore a casual white T-shirt paired with simple ripped jeans and black sneakers.
His usually styled hair was now soft and messy, covering his smooth forehead. His eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips formed a straight line.
He walked towards her, the sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on him.
He smiled, clean and bright, like a spring breeze. It was the smile she once loved, but now it felt ironic. No matter how clean the smile, the inside was dirty and selfish.
But no one knew the heavy burden Daniel carried to maintain that smile.
Her gaze lingered on him for only a second before she looked away coldly.
"Here to defend your favorite person?" Her words were sharp.
Daniel's smile froze. He couldn't smile anymore. This was the first time he saw Della like this. If it were before, he would have told her to know her place.
However, when she thought about her miscarriage and the incident at The Taylor Villa, she remembered that although her fall was not directly his fault, he had not caught her.
She couldn't have children now, and he couldn't escape responsibility.
The discomfort he felt eased slightly. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
He picked up an apple and a knife from the table and started peeling it. "How's your health lately?"
Lyric sat on the hospital bed, not even glancing at him.
"If you feel unwell, let me know. If you don't want to tell me, at least tell the doctor. Don't be foolish and jeopardize your health just to spite me," he said.
Lyric felt inexplicably irritated by his concern. "My health has nothing to do with you."
His hand paused for a moment. If she had this realization before the incident, he would have been pleased. But now, it made him feel a pang of sadness and pain.
"This is my fault. I'll handle it."
"Really? How do you plan to handle it?" Lyric suddenly looked up, her eyes mocking.
He encountered her disdainful gaze.
"Della, once you're better, let's get married."
When he said this, Lyric saw pity, guilt, and sympathy in his eyes. Marriage?
Such a beautiful word. Was he planning to use marriage to compensate her? Did he see marriage as a transaction?
Without love, how could they marry?
She had paid such a high price waiting for him to say this. Fate was laughable. When she wanted it, he didn't care. Now that he wanted to give it, she found it tasteless.
"Marriage?" Della asked with a smirk.
Daniel didn't see any joy on her face. He thought she didn't believe him and added, "Yes. We'll get married. If you don't believe me, you can set conditions. I'll meet them all."
Della just looked at him coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"When you're better, I'll go with you to your parents and discuss the wedding."
"Daniel, you don't love me," Lyric reminded him.
He sighed, gazing at her. "Feelings can be cultivated. I'm a nostalgic person. If you stay with me long enough, I'll get used to you. My private life is clean. All these years, I've only been with you. It was only you before, it's you now, and it will be you in the future. Della, give me a chance to atone. I'll be a good, responsible husband."
"Atonement?" She smiled, but her eyes were sad.
"Yes. Atonement. I must take responsibility for you."
"But I can't have children. Will The Taylor Family accept that?" She asked, amused.
Daniel thought for a moment and promised, "Children aren't important. The person by my side is. If you want children, I'll help you with treatment."
"What if it doesn't work?"
"Then we'll adopt. Della, I'm serious. Think about it. Marrying me is your best choice."
Della listened to his words, her pale eyes suddenly reddening. She smiled bitterly, tears streaming down.
"I won't mind your background. You can't have children. I'll respect you, love you, protect you. Don't worry about The Taylor Family. Leave it to me," Daniel thought she was moved and reached out to wipe her tears.
She avoided his hand, still smiling mockingly through her tears. "Daniel."
"I'm here," he said softly.
She smiled again, looking like a broken porcelain doll. "You're so narcissistic. So arrogant. So full of yourself. Do you think I'll be grateful for what you just said?"
"There's no need to feel inferior or sensitive around me," he said sincerely. Since he decided to marry her and atone, he wouldn't look down on her.
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