"Second brother."
Daisy Grant wrapped her arms around Dawn Sutherland’s neck, actively pressed her lips against Dawn’s thin ones, kissing deeply, full of affection and attachnt.
Her utterance of "second brother" was gentle and profound.
It was his lifelong attachnt and deep love.
Even if the person she loves is not him, even if she leaves him one day, he will be here in this world, cherishing and loving her forever....
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Daisy Grant had already fallen asleep. Dawn Sutherland helped tidy her up and covered her with the blanket, contentedly embraced the sleeping Daisy in his arms.
His thin lips landed on Daisy Grant’s forehead, his voice deep and hoarse: "I want you forever, I will make you forget him and love . Daisy Grant, you can only be my wife, Dawn Sutherland’s, for a lifeti."
Dawn Sutherland held Daisy Grant, a happy smile on his lips and a gentle look in his eyes.
He never expected happiness to arrive so swiftly, nor did he ever imagine she would truly beco his wife.
Everything seed dreamlike, unreal....
-
The next day, when Dawn Sutherland awoke, the side beside him was empty. Daisy Grant had long been gone.
Dawn changed his clothes and went downstairs, seeing the busy Donna, he asked: "Where’s Daisy? How co she’s not ho early in the morning?"
Donna smiled and replied: "Miss went out early, not sure where she’s gone, perhaps to the company. Miss has been spending ti with friends lately, maybe she’s going to handle the piled-up work at the company."
Dawn nodded, went over to have breakfast, and drove to the company.
On the road, Dawn watched a car stopped in the middle of the road and glanced at his wristwatch, "Still ten minutes."
Dawn’s eyes lightly skimd the countdown on the traffic lights, but noticed a luxury vehicle parked not far ahead by the roadside.
And it was at that mont.
His field of vision was consud by watching a couple approaching the parked car.
The young man he did not recognize, yet had an extraordinary deanor, possessing a calm deanor and confidence in his movents.
And the woman walking beside him, Dawn’s eyes grew profoundly deep, his hands gripping the steering wheel turned rigid.
He couldn’t be more familiar with that woman—the one who lay beneath him last night, his wife.
Dawn watched Daisy Grant get into the car with the man, from their actions and interactions, it seed they were more than re acquaintances; clearly, they knew each other before.
It wasn’t until the car drove away, Dawn hadn’t co back to his senses yet. Only when the red light turned green and cars behind him honked ardently to remind him he was obstructing traffic, did he return to consciousness.
Pressing the gas pedal, the car sped away, Dawn’s mind overwheld by visions of Daisy with that man, his thoughts ssy and stormy.
Dawn’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his lips pursed into a slightly chilly arc.
"Is that man—the child’s biological father?"
If so, he admits he’s indeed quite excellent, no wonder he caught Daisy’s eye.
No matter what angle one views from, that man matched the stature of Daisy, the top socialite of City C.
But with this man’s arrival, would Daisy propose a divorce?
Dawn’s gaze dulled for a mont, as he changed lanes, heading towards the hospital.
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In the hospital, Arlo Seys was tidying up the hair of the unconscious Ariel Morris. Seeing Dawn Sutherland co in, he was sowhat surprised, "Dawn, you are here so early, is there sothing wrong?"
Dawn approached, nodded, "Sothing’s up. Arlo, have you located the man connected to that bank account?"
Arlo Seys replied with a simple hum, handing over a set of docunts beside the bed to Dawn, "All his information is in here."
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