Because of this reason, I was rejected. They subtly reminded , saying I was more suited to be an underwear model, suggesting I consider it seriously.
Consider my foot! Even though I love making money, I’m not desperate enough to climb the ladder with my chest.
Plus, every ti I go out for a show, there are always so lecherous hands harassing . Later, when Adrian Gordon found out, he firmly opposed going out again.
Looking back after so many years, it feels great to be young back then, even though I was busy daily, I was still vibrant and full of energy.
Now... even being my own boss, I’m exhausted like a dog every day.
Monts like tonight, with friends gathering, enjoying food and wine, relaxing and joyful, have beco a luxury.
Because of one sentence, I fell into mories, overwheld with emotions, while Daniel Carter was still pondering my words, with confusion written across his brows: "Your figure... still doesn’t work?"
I replied, "No, if it did, I’d have beco a professional model long ago."
Daniel Carter fell silent.
Seeing he didn’t grasp the aning behind my words, I wanted to explain but found it hard to speak—I couldn’t tell him that my chest was too big to qualify.
However, the words I was embarrassed to say were eerily spoken by lissa Chandler who was pretending to sleep beside : "Oh brother... You’re clueless about anything except work! Besides being tall and skinny, models need a flat chest. Look at Lily Miller, she’s tall and skinny, yet still curvy."
I: "..."
Daniel Carter: "..."
The air in the cabin fell silent again.
On the autumn night, even the 20-degree temperature didn’t alleviate my increasingly burning cheeks.
And that’s not all.
Unexpectedly, after lissa Chandler finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, stretched her neck, leaned over , and asked Daniel Carter, "Hey brother, what do you think of Lily Miller’s figure?"
What?
My mind exploded, and I instinctively tugged at my coat, futilely trying to shield my chest.
Then, the next second, I realized this action was inappropriate—as if I were treating Daniel Carter like a pervert, a rogue.
But I had already pulled it tight, couldn’t deliberately loosen it, purposely exposing the chest shape defined by my undershirt and seatbelt.
For a mont, the atmosphere was frozen to the extre, I could feel the air in the cabin icing over.
Daniel Carter watched my action, his expression was indescribably complex, and his gaze clearly wandered.
It was the first ti I saw urgency and embarrassnt from him.
"Lily Miller, what’s this supposed to an, my brother is an absolute gentleman." lissa Chandler eyed , humorously exposing.
"..." I wished I could jump out of the car to escape.
Even Daniel Carter couldn’t hold it anymore, his face darkened, once again asserting his elder brother’s authority: "lissa Chandler, believe it, I’ll kick you out the car?"
"Heh, I knew it, from the mont I got in the car you’ve been displeased with , saying you specially ca to pick up, but—hey!"
Before she finished speaking, I couldn’t resist and suddenly reached out to pinch her waist.
lissa Chandler yelped in surprise, then froze, looking innocently at , "Lily Miller, why did you pinch ? Are you siding with my brother, just bullying ?"
What?
Hearing this, I quickly denied: "No, no, I just feel you should sleep, sleeping is good."
I just wanted to sew this girl’s mouth shut, otherwise if she continued mumbling, the thin barrier between Daniel Carter and I would be pierced.
"Heh," she chuckled ambiguously, eyes shifting between and Daniel Carter, finally muttering discontentedly, "I knew I shouldn’t have gotten in the car, getting rejected by the both of you in turn."
"lissa, it’s really not that, I..."
"No need to explain, I’ll just sleep." lissa Chandler pretended to be angry, tilted her head, closed her eyes, and leaned against the car door again.
"..." I stood there stiffly, not daring to turn back to look at Daniel Carter.
In the silent spell, my arm dropped slowly.
The open collars of my coat also spread apart.
Maybe it was the previous topic that distracted , I felt that the seatbelt pressing between my chest seed even more... protruding.
I really wanted to pull up my clothes to cover it again, but felt embarrassed to make that move.
In the ongoing silence, I secretly glanced at Daniel Carter with the corner of my eye.
He was pressed against the car door, one elbow supported against the window, lightly resting his chin.
In the changing streetlights, I saw his Adam’s apple moving up and down, inexplicably finding it very attractive, very masculine, even thinking... was he also holding back sothing.
I swallowed involuntarily, wanting to find a topic, but hadn’t thought of what to say yet, when his phone suddenly rang.
Daniel Carter shifted, his arm against my side reached into his pocket, I instinctively moved to the other side, giving him space.
"Hello, Mom... Hmm, on the way back, she’s with , I’ll send Lily Miller ho first, will be a bit late, you rest early, okay... Bye."
The man’s clear and smooth tone echoed in the cabin.
The call was probably from Mrs. Carter, likely checking in since she knew her daughter was out dining.
Thinking about how they’re all grown now, yet their mom still cares so tenderly, I was filled with envy.
After hanging up, the awkward intimacy in the cabin was broken, I casually chatted again: "Is Mrs. Carter worried about lissa?"
"Yeah, little sister not ho after nine, my mother gets worried senseless." Daniel Carter chuckled.
"That’s not worrying senselessly, only parents who truly love their children will always keep them in mind."
My words might have made Daniel Carter realize sothing, he turned to and asked, "Have all those things at ho been handled?"
"Pretty much, soon I’ll completely sever ties."
"That’s good, if you need any help, just say."
"Okay."
Our eyes t, his expression gentle, gaze deep, while I smiled shyly, my eyes timid.
For a mont, neither of us avoided each other’s gaze.
I believed so things, though unspoken, were already mutually understood.
In this highly tacit gaze, my heart kept racing, for a split second, a surge of impulse urged to do sothing to him.
And Daniel Carter’s Adam’s apple rolled again, fingers resting on his knee slightly clenched unconsciously, seemingly also restraining sothing.
If there weren’t others in the car, I’m sure at this mont one of us would breach our defenses, crossing that moral line.
The luxury car slowly decelerated, coming to a stop by the roadside.
The driver quietly reported: "Chairman Carter, Miss Miller, we’re here."
We snapped back to reality, both retracting our gaze simultaneously.
lissa Chandler was still leaning against the car door, seemingly truly asleep.
Daniel Carter naturally pushed the door open to let exit from his side.
"Thank you, tonight was really troubleso for you." I stood still, thanking him.
Daniel Carter lowered his eyes to look at .
Under the streetlights, his deep features appeared even more alluring, his thin lips curved into a gentle smile: "You don’t always have to be so polite to . We’ve known each other for a long ti, we can be more casual."
If counting from the tis I saved him twice in childhood, we have indeed known each other for many years.
I smiled, the warmth on my face remained unabated in the cool autumn night, "Okay, then I won’t be polite to you in the future."
We ran out of things to say for a while.
But he suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, you asked earlier if there’s any special task at the school anniversary. I’m fine, haven’t received any tasks, probably just going on stage to say a few words."
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