I was shocked and stared at him.
He hurriedly clarified, "I don’t an anything else. I just purely feel that renting place is a bit unjust for you, and also for your pug. It doesn’t have much space to move around."
"You’re quite considerate, even taking care of my dog." I gave him a sideways glance, half-smiling, but feeling overjoyed inside.
This god-like boyfriend of mine.
Daniel Carter noticed suppressing a smile and imdiately beca bolder, stepping forward to take my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
"Love , love my dog, right? Your dog is quite friendly to , so of course, I have to consider its situation too."
After coaxing with these words, his eyes appeared more tender and affectionate, and he asked again, "What do you think? If you like it here, move in. I promise not to overstep any boundaries and guarantee that until you fully accept , I will respect you 100%, okay?"
His half-coaxing, half-sweet-talking tone was really hard for to resist.
But I still hesitated.
On one hand, moving in felt like completely entrusting myself to him. A single man and woman together, the slightest spark could lead to more; then "roommates" would beco cohabiting partners.
On the other hand, I was afraid that if I moved in now, I might end up having to flee like a refugee with a bunch of bags when we break up, which no matter how you look at it, seems pitifully embarrassing, so maybe it’s better not to move in at all.
But this real reason, I couldn’t say out loud to the affectionate Daniel Carter.
Thus, I could only politely refuse, "Actually, a house is just a place to sleep for ; no matter how big or small, it makes no difference."
Even if this place covers a thousand square ters, has five floors, and seven or eight rooms, I’d just be sleeping in one bed.
Daniel Carter looked at silently, and I sowhat guiltily lowered my eyelashes.
After a mont, he seed to understand and took a light breath: "Alright, let’s not move in yet and talk about it after so ti."
"Okay."
"It’s getting late; I’ll take you back."
He took my hand and walked towards the door.
I followed by his side, looking up at his handso and deep profile, feeling more guilty inside.
"Did you bring here just to talk about this?"
"Yes, your place is a bit far from my company, and the neighborhood is relatively old..."
Indeed. Back then, I wanted to divorce Adrian Gordon and hurriedly moved out of the villa without having much ti to search for a place, so I just quickly rented one that seed okay.
Thinking about this matter, I suddenly rembered that the villa Adrian Gordon and I intended to use for our marriage hasn’t been transferred yet.
I quietly thought to myself that after the court session tomorrow, I should discuss this with him and find a ti to transfer the villa to him.
After all, he was quick to give that amount of money back then, and I’ve used up all the money, so the house should rightly be returned to him.
"Once I’m done with this period, I’ll look at the houses. When the year-end bonus cos in, I’ll pay you back so of the money and keep so for myself, maybe buy a small apartnt with a mortgage first." I followed Daniel Carter’s words, planning my own future.
I absolutely can’t go back to the Miller Family.
A villa or a large flat is beyond my current financial capability.
Getting a small apartnt should be fine. After all, it’s just and a dog, easy to manage.
Daniel Carter took in the car and curiously turned back to ask, "You still want to pay back?"
I fastened my seatbelt and said very seriously, "Why wouldn’t I pay back?"
Understanding what he ant, I added, "What I owe you isn’t just a few hundred bucks, but a couple of figures that most ordinary people wouldn’t even dare imagine! So just because I beca your girlfriend, does that an the debt should be erased? Who would I be then?"
Feelings are feelings, and debt is debt; these shouldn’t be confused.
Otherwise, what would be the difference between and a gold-digger?
Daniel Carter nodded seriously: "Yes, being straightforward is very Lily Miller, it’s my fault."
My expression turned sly, and suddenly, I joked, "But can the interest be given a friendship rate?"
He breezily replied, "Sure, you can have a massive discount, and there’s no ti limit."
"Thank you, Second Master Carter."
I originally thought that refusing his kind offer would hurt his pride and make him secretly angry.
But as we bantered back and forth, seeing his unchanged deanor, just like usual, I realized he didn’t mind it at all.
To borrow his words, this is very Daniel Carter—generous, magnanimous, with excellent manners, as is his usual style.
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The trial for Amanda Gordon and proceeded as scheduled.
Seeing Amanda Gordon again, I was so shocked I nearly didn’t recognize her.
She’s gotten so thin, practically skin and bones, with hollowed cheeks, looking terribly worn out.
It’s evident that her days in the detention center were extrely hard.
No wonder—first Olivia Gray publicly kneeled to beg .
Then Adrian Gordon voluntarily caved, letting set any conditions.
Pride always precedes a fall.
Now they surely regret it dearly.
Daniel Carter insisted on accompanying , and I couldn’t refuse, but I didn’t let him appear openly.
He made arrangents with the court and sat in the waiting room, waiting for to finish the hearing.
The lawyer and Cherry accompanied to court.
Actually, the case itself isn’t complicated. What’s complex is the power of the Gordon Family competing with the forces backing .
If it weren’t for Daniel Carter’s high-profile confession on New Year’s, the Gordon Family might have really overpowered and gotten Amanda Gordon out.
But now...
Although Daniel Carter didn’t directly intervene in the trial, everyone in town knows about my relationship with him.
Moreover, he’s sitting in the lounge next door at this mont, creating an invisible pressure that makes the judge dare not slack off for even a mont.
By the final stage of the debate, it was evident that my chances of winning were greater.
Suddenly, Olivia Gray let out a wail from the audience seats and jumped up to kneel before everyone.
"Your Honor, my daughter knows she’s wrong. She was just montarily confused. She truly realizes her mistake... I beg you to be lenient and let her go. If she goes to prison, it’s like a death sentence for both and her!"
Olivia Gray, despite being the respectable wife of the Gordon Family, completely lost her image and began to cry loudly in public.
Her outburst blatantly disrespected the court’s order.
Despite multiple warnings from the judge, he had no choice but to announce a recess.
Amanda Gordon was to be taken away, and as I watched her lifeless, gaunt appearance, a thought crossed my mind, and I suddenly stood up.
"Amanda Gordon, if you apologize to publicly now, I can accept an out-of-court settlent. I ask the judge to show leniency."
I am no saint, but I thought of the fact that she was carrying a rapist’s child; that punishnt alone was enough.
And now that my career and love life are flourishing, everything’s smooth sailing.
There’s really no need for to make things difficult for her.
Leniency could be seen as adding to my own rit.
The mont I said this, everyone in the courtroom was stunned.
A mont later, Olivia Gray suddenly rushed forward but was stopped by the court bailiff.
"Amanda, apologize to her! Apologize quickly! Don’t be stubborn!" Olivia Gray clearly knew her daughter and imdiately urged her, overwheld with agitation.
But Amanda Gordon, several ters away, glared at with anger in her eyes, gritting her teeth: "Lily Miller, you’re still trying to humiliate !"
I smiled, quite speechless, "Is this humiliation? You hurt , and I ask for an apology. Is that too much to ask?"
Suddenly Olivia Gray shouted, "Lily Miller! I apologize on her behalf. Amanda apologizes to you, and so does the Gordon Family. Don’t hold it against her. If a verbal apology isn’t enough, I—"
"Mom! Shut up!" Amanda Gordon turned to Olivia Gray, scolding, "She’s just doing this to see you beg. Don’t fall for it!"
"Lily Miller, who needs your fake kindness! If you have the guts, kill . As long as you don’t kill , once I’m out, I will make you regret it!" Amanda Gordon, almost hysterical, cursed and scread at .
I hated myself thoroughly!
I shouldn’t have let my rciful heart overflow. Serves right!
"Fine, you’ve got backbone. Then go ahead and spend so quality ti in prison." With these words, I turned and left.
Upon seeing Daniel Carter, I hadn’t even uttered a word when he sighed and said, "Why do you always get soft at critical monts?"
Evidently, he was aware of everything that had happened in the courtroom.
I pursed my lips, feeling stifled, and replied truthfully, "I just feel that I’m living so happily now, why bother with unhappy things? Letting her off could be seen as adding to my rit, but she doesn’t appreciate it."
Having said this, I looked at him and self-deprecatingly asked, "Did I just humiliate myself?"
Daniel Carter shook his head, "To forgive when forgiveness is due is not wrong. The fault lies with them."
"Thanks for your comfort. Let’s go, the court has recessed. We’ll wait for the next hearing notification."
With a subdued spirit, I bid farewell to the lawyer and left with Daniel Carter and Cherry.
Just as we stepped down the stairs and before getting into the car, suddenly soone dashed over and lunged directly at Daniel Carter.
"Mr. Carter, I am Lily Miller’s stepmother. Since you’re with Lily, that makes us family. Please, be kind and lend so money. Lily’s father is seriously ill, and I truly have no more money..."
The incident happened too fast, catching us off guard.
When I finally focused and recognized who was in front of , my anger exploded, and my mind nearly blew a fuse.
"Shirley Turner, have you no sha! I’ve already said, your life or death is none of my business!" I shoved her away; in that instant, rage scorched through my reason, and I wished Shirley Turner would drop dead right then!
Before Shirley Turner could respond, I grabbed Daniel Carter and quickly led him away.
Shirley Turner tried to catch up, but fortunately, Daniel Carter’s bodyguards appeared in ti to stop her.
"Lily Miller! He’s your father, who birthed you and raised you. You must treat his illness, take care of him in old age! Otherwise, I’ll take this to court! Let’s see if the judge would side with you!"
Behind us, Shirley Turner continued to scream threats.
I suppressed my fury, my whole body trembling, feeling like I was stepping on cotton, unsteady, as I clutched Daniel Carter’s hand tightly, veins bulging.
At the car, Daniel Carter tugged on my other arm, gently freeing himself from my grip, and instead wrapped my cramped, rigid hand in his palm.
"Lily Miller, Lily, look at , calm down..." he gently soothed , trying to awaken my sense of reason.
I turned my gaze towards him, and after a while, as my breathing cald sowhat, I hoarsely said, "Sorry, did I scare you..."
"It’s okay." He remained gentle, then opened the car door for .
His driver and bodyguard were still entangled with Shirley Turner, so he slipped into the driver’s seat.
Cherry said she had to return to the company and didn’t join us.
The car quickly left the courthouse, driving for about half an hour before stopping by the roadside on Larwynn Avenue.
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