Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 953

Staring at her, Donald lowered his head and smiled.

Although they made things clear, the air was awkward and silent.

For Daphne, Donald was once light in a dark world, and she had chased his footsteps to get to where she was now.

Because of the past communication, she would always choose to trust him unconditionally.

It was so subtle that she never thought about what precisely the emotion was.

Not long ago, Donald suddenly asked if she had a crush on him.

Was this a crush?

She couldn't say.

Daphne grabbed a pillow, put it in her arms to hide her nervousness, and tentatively said, "It's quite late. You have to work tomorrow. How about going back and rest?"

Donald coughed and looked up at her, "You're not doing the interview?"

Daphne remembered that there was an interview to be done. She looked back at the computer and hesitated, "No, it's so late today that it will disturb you."

Seeing her slightly red and bloodshot eyes, "I'm fine, but you should get some rest."

Realizing what he was referring to, Daphne subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Donald got up, "You were scared last night. Have a good sleep today. My time is always reserved for you. Call me directly if you want an interview."

Daphne looked up at him, a little surprised. "Really?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

"Thank you."

Donald smiled, then raised the pen cap in front of her, "This is mine. I'll take it."

Daphne was slightly stunned and was about to say something when Donald continued, "Didn't I say that you can call me directly?"

Without waiting for Daphne to react, Donald had already left.

Daphne sat on the sofa and looked at his back, pausing for two seconds before smiling.

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Daphne was busy going to the places for the next two days, meeting people related to Steve's wife, and checking her previous injury reports in the hospital.

It was evident that the injuries were man-made.

The doctor was helpless and even advised Steve's wife, but she smiled and refused, stating that it was an accidental wound.

Every time Steve accompanied her to the hospital, he went through the admission procedures and paid money, taking good care of her, gentle and tender.

If not seen her injuries, no one would have believed that he was the culprit.

With so much information gathered and arriving home at midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot about the interview with Donald.

This evening, Daphne sat in front of her computer, sorting out the information.

From the investigation alone in the past two days, one could see what a hypocrite and good actor Steve was.

His wife should have had a terrible time over the years.

From the conversation she had last time downstairs in Steve's studio, it seemed that Donald knew that Steve was not a good person, so why on earth would he help defend him? Could he be cheated by him?

Just as she was lost in thought, the overhead light suddenly dimmed.

Daphne picked up her phone to see if it had tripped.

She double-checked, but it hadn't.

Daphne went to the balcony window and looked out, finding the whole complex was dark.