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“Good. Let them look. Let them remember.” But just beneath the surface, he could feel the tremor. Adrien was silent. Too silent. Not a post. Not a cryptic comment. Not a stunt. And that, more than anything, put Ryan on edge. Daniel met them outside the administration building. He looked tired. Pale. He didn’t even bother with hello. “You need to see this.” He held out his phone. On it: a blurry photo taken inside a cafe near campus. Adrien. Sitting alone. Smiling.

Daniel asked hurriedly, scratching his head in the process. "There's a rumor Andrew Radford is getting married to the only daughter of the Fairchild family, Taylor Fairchild." Philip revealed. Something flew past him almost immediately, but the man didn't flinch. Not even the sound of the glass jar breaking into pieces or of its shards entering his back fazed him. "Andrew Radford? Of course he has eyes on my bride! That makes sense." Daniel laughed out loud, clenching his hands tightly. He bore no personal grudge against Andrew, but the two had crossed paths a few times and those incidents were far from pleasant.

“Oh, actually…“ I say, looking up at the clock and pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m definitely going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin back to the coffee counter. I start to pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I try to puzzle it out, the phone rings again – the same number. On impulse, I

I didn’t want to see the proof of it staring back at me. The stairs groaned beneath my weight as I made my way down, clutching my phone like it could anchor me. The house smelled of coffee and toasted bread, homey and normal in a way that made last night feel like a fever dream. He was there, of course. Daniel leaned against the counter in a fitted black t-shirt, a mug in his hand, his hair still damp from a shower. He looked… untouchable. Like nothing had happened. Like he wasn’t the man who had pulled sounds from another’s throat that still echoed in mine.

I stammered. "Relax. I was once a midwife. I can tell even from your scent." I exhaled and left the office. Outside, Daniel is leaning against the car, a cigarette thugged between his fingers. That actually surprised me, I didn't know he was a smoker. Young girls around were ogling at him, some whispering to their friend's ear and giggling. Even older women were not spared, some look like they want to approach him but his icy expression chased them away the minute they drew close.

"Your Highness , this is why you run away?" "Your Highness , are you dating Daniel?" "Daniel , are you the reason why Princess Olivia ran away?" "Is it true that you both met in Dubai?" There were a lot of questions that were asked by the paparazzi but we never answered them. Daniel opened the car door for me and he walked to the other side. He started the car quickly and drove out from the restaurant "That was crazy" "Welcome to New York , the fact that 7 Gold Lifes always take their attention adding you the Princess of UK hanging out with me" He chuckled

Daniel rebuffed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He went on G****e and typed Christian's name. “Is this him?” Daniel asked, after showing her the first picture that popped up. “Yeah, that's him,” she said. “Sylvy!” He grabbed her and hugged her. She was confused, trying to understand why Daniel was so excited. “Is he a big deal?” Sylvia asked. “He’s a huge deal. Here, take a look for yourself,” Daniel said and handed her the phone.

Jessica said coquettishly. After the call disconnected, Daniel stared at the dark screen of his phone, looking thoughtful. After a moment, he continued walking toward the house. Ever since George's death, Daniel's mother, Rachel Lambert, was the only one living in this enormous house. Daniel had been busy managing Winston Group over the past three years, and Rachel hadn't interfered at all. She spent her days gardening and meditating. It was her birthday today, but she wasn't having a grand celebration. She only called Daniel and asked him whether he was returning for dinner.

Daniel walked closer to us gently, and I ran to assist him. “Daniel, why did you get out of bed? You’re still recovering from surgery,” I scolded him. But his eyes were fixed on Mr. Richard. “Pinch me, Anna. I’m dreaming. Isn’t this Mr. Richard, the richest man in America? What is he doing here and with you?” He walked closer to Mr. Richard, beaming with smiles. “Sir, I'm your biggest fan. I have so many of your magazines,” Daniel said, extending his hand for a handshake with Mr. Richard.

Miranda answered her cousin's question with a scream " I think he meant the singer Ruby the Cannary .she went to your hospital about ten weeks ago .I was meaning to ask you if you had met her cause I am a big fan of her" "guilty ha ha" Daniel said with a forced smile while cursing in his head and wishing this table would burn to ashes. "man you are lucky ,she is too hot " zara's brother Carol commented with an indecent tone that made Daniel angry. He glared at him and that made Carol regret what he said. "I have finished my dinner and I will take my leave" Daniel said in a disgusted tone .