Chapter 608 Lyric, You Must Choose Your Marriage Partner Carefully, Not Hastily
"Thanks for the kind words," Daniel said, taking the shoes with a slight hesitation. He flashed her a bright, clean smile.
He left the shoe store, carrying the shoes.
Back in the mall's hallway, he realized Lyric was gone.
She didn't wait for him!
Daniel took long strides, quickly exiting the mall.
The gloomy night suddenly turned snowy.
He bought an umbrella at the supermarket and wove through the bustling crowd, anxiously searching for Lyric.
Maybe because of the holiday season, Christmas trees were set up outside the shops, adorned with wrapped gifts, snowballs, and bells.
The Christmas spirit was in full swing.
The snow fell harder.
He held an umbrella in one hand and a shoe bag in the other when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure by the roadside. The figure wore a burgundy long coat and high heels, walking very slowly.
A car was about to pass dangerously close to her.
Daniel panicked, dropping his umbrella, which fell to the ground like a fluttering butterfly.
He rushed to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
She stumbled into his embrace, her body tightly wrapped in his green coat.
Lyric frowned, looking up, ready to scold him, but then she heard the car speed past her. She realized he had just saved her life.
Her shoes hurt so much that she had been walking with her head down, not noticing the traffic.
Her expression softened a bit, but before she could react, he held her tightly. Lyric's fingers clenched into fists, pounding his chest. "What are you doing? Put me down."
"Can you still walk? Just stay in my arms," he said, both angry and worried, but he couldn't bring himself to scold her harshly.
"I can walk."
Ignoring her protests and punches, he held her tightly, like a knight carrying his beloved princess home.
In the parking garage, he opened the car door and placed her in the passenger seat.
He then got into the driver's seat, but as soon as he did, he saw her trying to get out. He quickly locked the doors.
"Daniel, I don't want to ride with you."
She turned, glaring at him angrily.
He picked up the shoe box, opened it, and placed it on his lap. Then he reached for her foot.
She kicked him. "What are you doing?"
The pointed heel hit him right in the chest, causing sharp pain, but he still gently lifted her ankle and removed her high heel, tossing it under the seat.
"Mind your own business."
"A husband taking care of his wife isn't minding his own business," he said, looking at her with dissatisfaction.
Lyric laughed angrily. "Who's your wife?"
Daniel suddenly leaned in close, making her wary. "What are you doing?"
"Either let me change your shoes, or I'll kiss you. Your choice."
She was about to call him a scoundrel when he kissed her.
He only let go when she was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "Do you want more? Just say the word."
"You're such a jerk," Lyric snapped, her eyes blazing. "Hurry up and change them."
Seeing her angry made her look cute to him. He carefully took out a band-aid from his suit pocket and gently applied it to the back of her heel.
Her ankle was a bit swollen, and it pained him to see it.
He then took out some ointment, disinfected the area, and applied the medicine with a cotton swab.
Daniel's movements were incredibly gentle, afraid of causing her pain because he knew Lyric was very sensitive to it.
Watching him so seriously, Lyric felt a mix of emotions.
If he had shown her this care when she loved him the most, they would have been married by now.
In the end, it was his own fault.
Lost in thought, she noticed a pair of black flats on her feet—the ones she had just seen.
He drove in silence, not disturbing her.
She spoke coldly, "Don't think that doing this will make me forgive you."
Daniel tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
He blinked his dry eyes. "I know you won't forgive me. I don't expect you to."
"Then why aren't you managing The Taylor Group?" Lyric scoffed.
Daniel looked at the road ahead, smiling bitterly. "Lyric, I want to make it up to you, to be good to you. Even if you never forgive me, it's okay. I just want to be by your side."
"If I can move you, that's great. If not, I won't marry anyone else in this lifetime. Money has never mattered to me. Being with you is enough," Daniel said to himself.
Lyric laughed coldly. "You might not marry, but I will."
"Then when you find someone you love, I'll step aside. I'll support you. Until then, I'll stay by your side, just like you once loved me so passionately," Daniel said, his expression distant. "I recently found out that you approached me because I gave a lecture at your college. You were the host who introduced yourself to me."
He continued, "You became an intern to surprise me, to have a pure love. I always thought you were taking shortcuts for money. Thinking about my past self, I feel like a real jerk."
Hearing this, Lyric felt a sense of relief.
Why did his words, his lack of demands, not make her happy?
"Do whatever you want. You're just a bastard, unworthy of me."
That stung.
Daniel smiled bitterly, agreeing with her. "You're right. I don't deserve you."
Then he added, "When you find someone you love, and I approve of him, I'll step aside and support you. I'll give you a big wedding gift."
"Why do I need your approval?"
"Men can judge other men accurately. I need to make sure he truly loves you and wants to marry you, not just for your family or looks. Lyric, choosing a spouse is important. You can't be hasty. You need to be careful," Daniel said sincerely.
Lyric smirked. "So you're saying you're a good guy?"
"I didn't say that, but if you think so, that's fine."
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