Chapter 588 Lyric Hears Daniel Say He Misses Her
"Mr. Taylor, this isn't about the conditions. You're asking too much of me, overestimating my abilities. I don't know the person you're looking for, no matter how much you try to tempt me. I have no leverage to trade with you," Mireille paused, then smiled. "If you're willing to give our company this piece of land without any return, I'd be happy to accept it. How about giving us a chance?"
Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, Daniel didn't say anything more. He picked up the contract and left. He felt quite disappointed; he had thought that offering such a high stake would surely get him information about Della.
But he faced another obstacle.
As soon as he left, Mireille dialed a number and started venting to Lyric, chuckling softly. "Daniel just came by asking for your information. Are you happy about that? It seems he's not doing too well since he left you."
"What did he offer you to make you speak for him like this?" Lyric asked in a calm voice.
Mireille sipped her coffee and said, "You wouldn't believe it, but Daniel really went all out for you this time. He even offered to give me that piece of land in Silverwood. I've been eyeing that land for a long time but could never get it."
"Did you agree?"
"Of course not. You're my best friend. It's just a piece of land; I don't care about it. If it's meant to be mine, it'll come back to me eventually. If it's not, I won't take it," Mireille said with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't waver. I won't give him another chance to hurt you. I think Daniel isn't right for you. You and your blind date are the ones meant to be together."
"We haven't even met." Lyric sighed.
"When are you meeting?" Mireille asked curiously.
"Next Monday, if nothing unexpected happens," Lyric replied.
"What do you mean by 'if nothing unexpected happens'?"
"Because the other person already had an accident once, which delayed our meeting. Who knows if we'll meet this time," Lyric said nonchalantly.
Mireille got anxious. "What are you talking about? That's your destined lover. How can you hope for an accident? Lyric, you need to take this seriously. Meeting new men is the only way to move on."
At that moment, the office door suddenly swung open.
Mireille looked up and froze, her heartbeat skipping a beat.
Daniel had come back!
How long had he been eavesdropping?
Mireille didn't dare say anything rash. She held her phone tightly, knowing that hanging up would be too obvious. She feared Lyric might say something that would give them away.
She pretended to talk business on the phone. "Your goods have issues, and you still want money? Ensure the quality first, then ask for payment."
Daniel narrowed his eyes and walked towards her, step by step.
"Mr. Taylor, I didn't realize you had a habit of eavesdropping on phone calls. What is it? The contract couldn't tempt me, so now you're playing spy?" Mireille said, displeased.
He slipped one hand into his pants pocket, expressionless, and glanced at her phone. "Making a call?"
"Do I need to report my calls to you?" The fiercer Mireille sounded, the more nervous she felt inside.
If he grabbed her phone, they'd be exposed.
Daniel glanced at her, then picked up a pack of cigarettes from the desk. "Forgot my cigarettes. Came back to get them. Don't be nervous."
"Who's nervous?"
Holding the cigarette pack, he turned to her again. "Think carefully about my proposal. That piece of land could bring your company at least ten years of net profit."
"I told you, I don't know her."
"I miss her. I dream about her every night. Whether she's Della or not, whether her family is good or bad, I love her. I want to marry her. If she misses me too, she should call me before midnight tonight. I haven't changed my number, just in case she wants to reach me," Daniel said, staring at her phone.
Mireille was stunned by his words but tried to maintain her composure. "Mr. Taylor, are you confused? What call? Are you mentally unstable?"
Daniel didn't respond. He took his cigarettes and left her office.
This time, he didn't look back.
Driving away from the company, he couldn't help but smile.
He had intentionally left the cigarette pack there, betting that Mireille would relay the message.
He was certain that the person on the other end of the call was Della.
Daniel could feel it.
But he didn't want to expose her, fearing it would put Della in a difficult position.
He had given her the choice. She knew his feelings now.
If she still cared for him, she would contact him tonight.
Della had once been filled with thoughts of him. Knowing his feelings, how could she remain indifferent?
After all this time, he had finally conveyed his feelings to her.
Daniel felt it was incredibly difficult, his nose tingling with emotion, tears welling up. This feeling of regaining what was lost made him feel secure.
He imagined Della calling him tonight, playfully saying, "Daniel, I forgive you. Come pick me up. I want to be your wife."
The thought made his heart sweet.
Della wasn't a replacement—she was herself, entirely independent. No ties, no comparisons, especially not to Margaret.
Sometimes, people are so confident that they embellish the future based on a small sign.
Like Daniel now.
To wait for Della's call, he kept his phone close.
He practiced greetings in front of the mirror, awkwardly trying different approaches. He tried to sound casual, "Della, long time no see. How have you been?"
Then he worried it was too cold and might scare her away, so he tried a warmer approach, "Della, your name has been deeply etched in my mind. Della, do you miss me like I miss you?"
No matter how he practiced, it felt forced.
Now he understood how Margaret and Raymond felt when they fell into the sea of love. There's no logic or reason in love.
If Della forgave him and returned to his side, he would change. He'd stop disrespecting her, fix his cold demeanor, and treat her like a princess, shielding her from the world's hardships, creating a safe haven for her.
Waiting for her call was sweet, torturous, and filled with anxious anticipation.
As the clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight.
His phone remained silent.
At exactly 12:01 PM, the phone finally rang out, breaking the tense silence.
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