Could it be that soone in the Carter Family also has panda blood, and therefore wants to "reserve" as a long-term blood donor?
From childhood to adulthood, a special family environnt has long made aware of human nature, and I’ve witnessed the fickleness of relationships.
Even those closest to are so ruthless, why would unrelated people be kind to ? I was completely unaware and thought it was just good luck encountering a benefactor.
Reflecting on Mrs. Carter’s cryptic hints at the dinner in Carter Manor a few days ago—I’m even more convinced that the Carter Family approached with ill intentions.
Moreover, Adrian Gordon once ntioned the deep waters of the Carter Family, saying I’m no match for Daniel Carter.
Could he know sothing?
The more I think about it, the more frightened I beco, even feeling dread for my multiple solitary visits to Carter Manor.
Truly, I have a strong fate!
That complex standing amidst the mountains and forests, so vast that strangers would get lost if they entered—if they wanted to do sothing to , I’d be unable to escape.
It must be that my mom and grandpa are protecting from above, keeping out of trouble.
My thoughts bring out goosebumps, frightened yet amused.
I’m supposed to be soone with a strong sense of vigilance, but after eting Daniel Carter, it’s as if my rationality ran away, descending into a lovestruck daze, fantasizing daily if he treated uniquely or had special intentions.
What an irony!
Perhaps it’s all a sugar-coated trap designed to lure in, ultimately to willingly sacrifice my life!
My lovestruck mind suddenly beca clear, breaking my fanciful thoughts apart.
But how do I draw boundaries with the Carter Family?
There are still so many orders.
Should I refund and break the contract, or hand it over to other designers to complete?
I racked my brains, a ss of tangled thoughts.
Suddenly, the phone rang again.
I focused intently; Daniel Carter finally called.
In my eager anticipation, he finally sought out.
But my recent hopefulness dissolved into panic, fear, and helplessness.
I dared not answer.
The phone buzzed for quite a while, and I swallowed hard, telling myself to stay calm.
There’s no escape; I must clarify things with the Carter Family, and give a flawless reason to draw boundaries without offending them.
Otherwise, they could beco angry and would have countless ways to deal with .
Picking up the phone, I took a deep breath and ntally prepared before answering, "Hello, Mr. Carter."
I added formal titles, distancing myself.
"Lily," Daniel Carter still called directly by my na and asked straightforwardly, "Are you free tomorrow? You ntioned last ti the clothes were designed and would show ."
"Uh... Mr. Carter, tomorrow seems difficult. Well... my sister is in late-stage cancer, and the situation isn’t good these days. My dad just called, asking to go to the hospital tomorrow."
This isn’t a lie; every word is the truth.
I suddenly felt grateful to Sophie.
Daniel Carter asked puzzledly, "Aren’t your relationships very strained?"
"Strained as they may be, death takes precedence; she’s at the end of life, why would I dwell on those matters? After all, we are family."
These words nearly moved myself.
"Yes, indeed, I understand your feelings."
"Then tomorrow... I could send my assistant with the head of the design departnt to et you? Any opinions you have with them would be the sa, and I can make adjustnts afterwards."
I thought, sending Cherry alone was not safe, so the design departnt head accompanied her.
That head is a young guy who loves fitness, quite strong.
But Daniel Carter refused, "No rush, if you’re not free tomorrow, we can schedule for another ti."
"But I’ll probably be busy for a while... If my sister passes away, I will certainly be preoccupied for so ti. To avoid delaying you, I prefer sending the assistant to communicate with you."
My attitude was sincere and polite, thinking it shouldn’t offend him.
But he isn’t foolish; he sensed sothing strange from my words and directly asked, "Lily, why have you suddenly beco so polite and distant? Both formal titles and avoiding etings—did I or soone in my family do sothing wrong to upset you?"
He was direct, not beating around the bush.
A buzz sounded in my ears, and I beca tongue-tied, unable to find the words.
Daniel Carter was very patient, "If there’s anything we did wrong, you can speak directly."
"No, no, nothing... On the contrary, you’re too considerate, and that—" It makes scared, anxious.
I didn’t dare continue, fearing I might inadvertently expose them and put myself in danger.
He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, humorously saying, "Is it our excessive enthusiasm that makes you suspect we have ulterior motives, scaring you from eting ?"
Ah?
His mind is too smart!
It seems like he can read minds!
But I still had to deny it, "No, no, absolutely not... You misunderstood, it’s just my family’s recent problems, my own things, and the chaos and rumors lately. I feel..."
In truth, these are facts.
Even if the Carter Family approached without ulterior motives, my interactions with Daniel have crossed boundaries, beyond normal male-female relationships, and even beyond seller-client relationships.
I admire him, even idolize him, but only within those limits.
To avoid falling too deep, eventually becoming irretrievable and suffering in agony, I indeed need to stop at the brink and draw boundaries.
Daniel Carter paused briefly, then murmured softly, "It seems you genuinely want to distance yourself from ."
"I’m sorry, Mr. Carter..."
"No worries. Since that’s the case, you don’t need to send the assistant to see . Attend to your family’s affairs first."
With that, he hung up before I could respond.
I gently lowered the phone, looking at the screen dimming with "Daniel Carter" and felt a complexity beyond words.
I didn’t know whether my innate suspicion hurt soone genuinely good to .
Nor did I know if my intuition sharply prevented harm from those intending to hurt .
In any event, my heart was terribly uneasy, as if I’ve lost a precious treasure, just like when I discovered Adrian Gordon’s betrayal.
But my relationship with Adrian was over six years, whereas with Daniel Carter, we were nothing; at most a slight flirtation, yet it still haunted and depressed .
Ah...
It’s okay, the dream has ended, continue with my life.
Early the next morning, Butler Cross contacted , saying that regarding the Carter Family’s remaining won’s clothing, if I wished to complete it, I could, if not, just say so.
I believed that in life and work, having a start and finish is my principle.
So I promised to complete it as soon as possible and, as my personal apology for the delay, wouldn’t charge any additional fees.
After hanging up, I felt sad for a long while.
Daniel Carter must have instructed Butler Cross to call .
He suddenly beca so detached and cold towards ...
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