Chapter 651 Taking Advantage of the Situation
Desiree's face went ghostly white, like all the blood in her veins had turned to ice.
Harold's fists were clenched tight. "You're being way too harsh. This isn't her fault. You owe her an apology."
"Fine, I'll apologize," Ember said, but her face was stone cold. "Desiree, I hope you get it. Our family might not be royalty, but Harold's dad and I are both educators. We can't accept someone like you."
Ember never planned on being nice.
Desiree felt like she'd been stripped naked and tossed into the street, the humiliation burning her up, making it hard to even breathe.
Every part of her was screaming, begging her to run.
So, Desiree stood up quietly. "Sorry for the trouble. Goodbye."
Then she bolted out without looking back.
Harold wanted to chase after her, but Ember's voice stopped him. "If you go after her, don't bother coming back! I'm telling you, unless I'm dead, I won't let you marry a woman who flirts with others even after getting married!"
Harold hesitated for just a second.
A few minutes later, he was running downstairs in the rain, but Desiree was already gone.
None of his calls were getting through.
When Oscar picked up Harold's call, Harold was almost losing it. "Mr. Brown, please help me find Desiree. I brought her home, and something happened. She ran off, and I can't find her. It's raining, and I'm really worried."
The panic could be heard in his voice.
Oscar didn't say no.
But they still couldn't find her.
Harold was crushed. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have run off."
Oscar had heard the whole story. Even he sighed at the mess of their relationship, but all he could do was try to comfort Harold. "Desiree knows how to take care of herself. Maybe she'll come back once she's calmed down by tomorrow."
Harold just sat there, looking defeated, not saying a word.
Meanwhile, Desiree, the one they were all looking for, had gotten into a car ten minutes earlier.
It was a limited edition Lamborghini, Daryl's personal ride.
She was soaked from the rain, her clothes clinging to her and making her shiver. But she didn't seem to care.
She just sat in the back seat, staring blankly at the raindrops on the window.
Daryl handed her a dry towel. "Dry off. You don't want to catch a cold."
Desiree didn't move.
Daryl didn't pull his hand back. He looked at her and said, "Even if you don't care about yourself, think about the baby. Pregnant women shouldn't catch colds."
Maybe his words hit a nerve, and Desiree finally moved.
She took the towel and numbly wiped the rain off her arms, then tossed it aside.
Daryl glanced at the discarded towel, his eyes deep behind his glasses, but he didn't say anything. The car pulled up in front of a three-story villa.
Daryl turned to Desiree. "Come on, let's get you inside and dry off."
Desiree finally spoke up, her voice shaky. "I don't want to go in. Just drop me off by the road. I can get home myself."
"You really want to sit by the roadside like this?" Daryl asked, pointing out her soaked clothes clinging to her body, drawing unwanted attention.
She looked down, panic flashing across her face as she tried to figure out what to cover.
Daryl didn't push her. He just turned and walked inside, unlocking the door with a fingerprint scanner. After a moment's hesitation, Desiree followed him in.
Daryl might have had ulterior motives, but their families had been friends for generations. He probably wouldn't do anything to her, unlike some random stranger.
The villa's decor was simple, just like Daryl—aloof and proud, seemingly unapproachable at first glance.
But soon, Desiree had to rethink that.
Daryl had prepared a bath for her, complete with towels, toiletries, and clothes, all thoughtfully arranged.
After her bath, he handed her a cup of hot milk. "Drink this. It'll help you calm down."
Desiree hesitated, then took it. "Thank you."
She sat on the sofa, holding the warm cup, feeling the heat chase away the cold from the rain.
Her chilled heart seemed to warm up along with her body.
Daryl sat on the other side, crossing his legs. His khaki sweater wrinkled slightly. He got straight to the point. "Why were you out in the rain alone?"
Desiree paused, then asked an unrelated question, "Do you have anything to do with the online rumors?"
Daryl didn't even blink. "No, I wouldn't stoop to something so low."
Desiree looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity. Her heart gradually settled.
As she looked away, she missed the fleeting darkness in Daryl's eyes.
Daryl tapped his fingers on his knee, not seeming at all anxious about whether she would tell him more.
The villa was lit with warm lights, making the room feel cozy.
Maybe it was the atmosphere, but Desiree found herself spilling everything to Daryl. "I never thought Harold's parents would disapprove of us. He always said they were good people."
"Maybe you thought too highly of them," Daryl pointed out bluntly.
Desiree frowned, instinctively wanting to argue.
But Ember's condescending attitude flashed in her mind.
She wavered.
Daryl's eyes darkened as he saw this, and he continued, "Someone who truly likes you wouldn't doubt you over some baseless rumors, like my mother, who treated you like her own daughter since you were little."
Mentioning Bronte, Desiree gripped her cup tightly, feeling a bit guilty.
"Of course, you can still be her daughter now." Daryl paused, looking straight at her, a slight smile on his lips. "If you're willing, the Fields Family will always welcome you. Even your child, I can treat as my own."
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