Who would have thought he nodded, "Alright."
I was surprised, what does this an?
He still wants to stay and keep drinking tea, so why was he ignoring earlier?
I can’t figure this man out.
Daniel Carter returned to the sofa and sat down to drink tea. I racked my brain looking for a topic, "When is lissa going abroad to perform?"
"She didn’t say, she’s quite busy these days."
"Oh, I see. But I’ve finished her clothes, she can co try them on whenever she’s free. If everything fits, she can take them, so it won’t delay her schedule."
Daniel lifted his head from the teacup and smiled gracefully, "Hmm, you’ve worked hard these days, doing everything for our family."
I sincerely said, "No, I should thank you guys, allowing to make money and gain fa—you’re all my benefactors."
Daniel’s smile deepened, he put down the teacup and checked the ti on his wrist.
I also quietly glanced at my phone, it was two-thirty in the afternoon, he surely needed to get back to work.
"Two-thirty, I should go, so as not to delay your work." He stood up, gracefully relaxed.
I eagerly flattered, "No, serving distinguished guests is my work."
He smiled without speaking, standing in place, looked at as if wanting to say sothing but hesitated.
I slightly raised an eyebrow, "Is there sothing you want to say?"
"Ahem!" Daniel lightly clenched his fist, placed it by his lips and cleared his throat, then pointed at , "Um... your outfit, it would be best to, uh, raise the neckline a bit."
What?
My mind went blank, completely frozen at first, then exploded!
I instantly understood why he had been blushing and acting evasive, his eyes flickering!
Today, I was wearing a V-neck pullover, it drapes well. I like clothes made of this fabric, easy to care for, no need to iron, saves ti.
When going out, just put on a double-faced wool coat over the pullover, it is very warm.
Returning indoors, I habitually took off the coat, wearing only the pullover.
Earlier, I bent over several tis to asure the size for him, to see if the clothes fit. My attention was on the task, never noticing anything else?
And now, his reminder instantly clarified to —when I was bending over, my chest must have been exposed!
Oh my god!
I stood there, stiff and at a loss, tongue-tied.
"Sorry, I didn’t an to, I wanted to remind you at that mont, but I was afraid of making you feel awkward, so I didn’t say anything. But then I thought, if I didn’t ntion it, you might... let soone else take advantage next ti."
Just as I was at a loss for words, Daniel also blushed, awkwardly explaining and apologizing.
I beca even more flushed.
What does he an by letting soone else take advantage? Is he saying he can, but others can’t?
No, Lily Miller!
I quickly woke myself up, how could I get off topic at this mont? Of course, I should respond to what he said!
Moreover, what if he misunderstood?
I forced myself to act normal, despite being extrely embarrassed, I still looked at him and explained, "I...I didn’t notice earlier, you don’t think I deliberately dressed like this, intentionally in front of you..."
"No, no, I didn’t think that. You girls have the freedom to wear what you want, I understand and respect that. It’s just that you’re already beautiful, with such a figure... I think it’s better to be mindful because so n really can’t resist temptation, even a bit of provocation can instantly turn them into beasts, in that case... it could put you in a dangerous situation."
He explained earnestly, very sincerely.
If soone else said this, I would definitely argue back—this is classic victim-blaming.
But when Daniel says it, I find it very reasonable.
"You’re right, I’ll be more careful in the future." My face red, shyly nervous to the extre, even my cheeks were subtly trembling.
Pursuing fashion and freedom in dressing is indeed a personal choice.
But in certain situations, a woman’s exposure of certain body parts, even unintentionally, can put herself in danger, that’s also a fact.
I rember in college during a law elective, a criminal law professor said that it only takes 40 seconds for a man to go from being stimulated to having an impulse.
Just like Daniel said, so n can instantaneously beco beasts.
"Then, I’ll go, thank you for your hard work," Daniel nodded politely.
Still blushing, I stamred, "No, no hard work, when, when the clothes are done, I’ll deliver them to you."
"Okay."
I wanted to see him out the door, but since I wasn’t wearing a coat, he insisted I stay put.
After sending Daniel off, I turned back into the house, and as soon as I closed the door—I hugged my head in frustration and groaned.
I lifted my collar and looked down, sure enough, it was completely visible, thinking about how he must have seen everything earlier, I groaned even more.
But after calming down a bit, my romantic mind took over.
I started wondering what his reaction was when he saw it...
A while back, when he and lissa Chandler gave a ride ho, we discussed body shape on the way and it was ntioned that I wasn’t suitable to be a professional model due to my ample bust.
lissa asked him then, what he thought of my figure?
He didn’t answer.
And today, having witnessed it firsthand, I think... he should be satisfied, right?
It’s a pity that the underwear I wore today was very plain, not alluring or sexy, just an auntie-style.
He probably thinks I’m very outdated.
When I realized what I was thinking, I blushed even more.
There’s really no hope anymore!
I can’t believe I’m fixating on such details. Do I subconsciously want to be more alluring and seductive, to make Daniel Carter lose his mind and turn into a beast?
I lay on the table, unable to believe I’ve beco so... wanton in my thoughts.
No!
I suddenly lifted my head, rembering that when he changed into the second set of clothes, he lingered in the fitting room for over ten minutes.
Could it be... he felt impulsive too and deliberately stayed inside to calm down?
After he changed into the second suit, when I asured him and talked to him, he barely responded and avoided eye contact—did he not dare to look at again? Afraid of seeing exposed once more? Afraid of being tempted again?
Aaaaah!
Realizing this, I covered my blushing cheeks, feeling indescribable emotions surge through , both joyous and nervous, both shy and proud.
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The next day, I scheduled a ti with lissa Chandler, and she took ti to try on the Pleated apron Skirt. She was very satisfied.
But there were still so details that needed adjusting.
I worked overnight to finish the modifications before Tuesday.
The rush is because I’m going to the civil affairs bureau with Adrian Gordon on Tuesday.
I need to handle important work so that my mood won’t be too affected by any argunts with him, which might then affect my work.
To my surprise, he showed up on ti at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau this ti.
Seeing the scab on his face, I thought back to the night he tried to assault , and instinctively stepped back two steps, distancing myself from him.
Adrian looked at backing away, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Lily, I drank too much, got impulsive that day..." His expression was bleak and his tone faint as he apologized to .
I didn’t respond, simply saying, "Let’s go in, the appointnt ti has arrived."
I walked ahead, pressing tightly on the signed divorce agreent in my bag, hoping he was truly awake this ti and would let us both go.
We arrived at the divorce registration office and submitted the materials.
The staff asked so routine questions, and I answered them crisply and succinctly, but when it was Adrian’s turn, he listlessly spaced out, not responding.
"If you haven’t made up your mind, don’t rush to divorce. Every couple has small conflicts; good communication solves them," the staff advised, pushing the divorce agreent back.
I grew anxious, turning to glare at Adrian, asking in a low voice, "What do you an? Even if you delay today, there’s no avoiding the court session on Thursday, so why bother?"
Adrian, under my grim gaze, looked at quietly for a mont before telling the staff, "I’m voluntarily divorcing; our relationship is broken, beyond repair."
I secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Alright then..." The staff took the divorce agreent back, procedurally saying, "From today, there’s a thirty-day cooling-off period. During this ti, either party can withdraw the divorce application. If you don’t withdraw and insist on divorcing, you can co back after thirty days to get the divorce certificate."
I was utterly baffled inside.
This cooling-off period is just too troubleso and unnecessary!
"Okay, thank you," I held down my dissatisfaction, politely thanked the staff, and got up to leave.
Just as I stepped out of the marriage registration office, Adrian quickly caught up to , grabbing my arm.
"Lily."
"What are you doing? Let go!" I turned with a cold face and ordered.
"Lily, after we divorce, I’ll pursue you again, start from scratch," Adrian stared at , speaking very seriously and persistently.
I frowned tightly, staring at him with ridicule, "You should get your brain checked; it’s really sick!"
I forcefully shook off his hand and turned to leave.
He shouted from behind, "Lily, I’ll give you freedom, let you try with Daniel Carter. When you see his true face, you’ll definitely co back to !"
Crazy! Incurably sick!
I cursed inside, got into the car, and left.
Wennie Lane showed great concern for my significant life decisions, and I received her call while still on the road.
"No funny business this ti; the divorce application has been submitted, waiting for the thirty-day cooling-off period."
My best friend asked curiously, "Then are you going to the court session on Thursday?"
"Yes!" I affird firmly, "Both approaches will be taken, not giving him a chance to backtrack."
"Good job, I’ll be there on the court day to support and demonstrate with you."
"Okay."
I was fully prepared, having notified even the ’support team,’ just waiting for Thursday’s court session. Unexpectedly, in just two days, a new issue arose.
The day after Adrian Gordon and I went to the civil affairs bureau, being Wednesday, I suddenly received a call from Amanda Gordon.
"Lily Miller, are you free tonight? I’d like to et with you," Amanda’s tone was straightforward, sounding like she had very important matters.
But I was busy modifying Daniel Carter’s suit, so I said unequivocally, "No, I’m not free."
"Just for an hour, it won’t interrupt your work."
I bluntly said, "If you have sothing, just say it on the phone. Why et? Our relationship is so tense; I’m afraid we might start fighting."
She hesitated for a mont before saying, "I have a video that can prove you had an affair during marriage. If you don’t co, I’ll send that video online."
My expression froze, shock and confusion filling my heart.
A video proving my affair?
Could it be a recording soone took when Daniel and I t?
I don’t care about my reputation, already disgraced thoroughly, but Daniel Carter’s status is special; he can’t have such a stain.
Seeing I didn’t respond, Amanda thought she had , her tone growing a bit smug, "I’ll send the address to your phone. If you don’t co by six tonight, I’ll release the video."
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