Dawn Sutherland looked at Daisy Grant’s bitter smile, his throat moved slightly, and an ache of pity stirred in his heart. He spoke softly to comfort her: "If he doesn’t love you, he’s blind."
Daisy Grant glanced at him, her pupils constricted, "Brother, I’ve always thought of myself as soone who hates using tricks and scheming, but I’ve manipulated him..."
"What did you manipulate him for?" Dawn Sutherland asked, looking at Daisy Grant.
Daisy Grant t Dawn’s gaze, instinctively avoided it, and gripped her milk tea tighter bit by bit without replying.
Dawn Sutherland watched as Daisy Grant’s cup of milk tea beca slightly deford in her grip, his eyebrows moved a bit, "Can’t you tell , brother?"
Daisy Grant’s fingertips trembled slightly, "I slept with him..." Once the words were out, Daisy Grant bit her lower lip sharply and said heavily, "Brother, I just want to know if one day he finds out that I manipulated him without his knowledge, will he hate ? Will he sever ties with forever?"
"Did you make him lose sothing really important? Or sothing else?"
Daisy Grant shook her head with a bitter smile, "Brother, don’t ask anymore. I don’t know how outrageous my mistake was, but at that ti I truly lost my sanity. Maybe everyone is selfish; I didn’t explain things to him because of my own selfish desire to possess him."
Dawn Sutherland didn’t speak anymore. The two sat on a bench watching the passing crowd, both feeling a bitterness difficult to express.
Dawn Sutherland held the milk tea, occasionally sipping it lightly, his gaze lingering constantly on Daisy Grant’s neck. He didn’t know how long it had been when he finally couldn’t resist asking, "Daisy, what about the purple shell?"
In the bridal shop, he had noticed her bare neck; the purple shell that had always hung there was missing.
When Daisy Grant heard Dawn Sutherland’s sudden question, her whole body stiffened slightly, her voice low and hoarse: "I...I accidentally lost it. Brother, I’m sorry for losing what you gave ."
Dawn Sutherland paused his hand, brought the milk tea to his lips, and replied lightly: "It’s alright, I’m just asking casually, it’s not anything valuable, losing it doesn’t matter."
So it was lost, not that she didn’t want to wear what he gave her. Dawn Sutherland’s heart relaxed slightly.
If needed, he could just ask the fishern from Little Fishing Village to pay extra attention and buy any purple shells at a high price.
Daisy Grant dared not look at the person beside her, holding the milk tea, her eyebrows slightly lowered to conceal her emotions.
How long can you hide it? When the truth cos out, Daisy Grant, you will be spurned by the world! Because you had a relationship with your brother, and you are supposed to be siblings-in-law! Was your brain caught in a door at that ti?!
Just thinking about that day coming, Daisy Grant felt a cold chill rush through her entire body.
On the day the secret is exposed, she and her brother will be abandoned and discussed by the entire high society of City C! She couldn’t bear to think about what kind of blow it would be for her brother whose career is just starting, nor dared she to imagine how deep the rumors would push her into a deep abyss...
Daisy Grant’s mind was in chaotic thoughts, feeling the winter street plunge her into an icy cold suffocating chill.
She had a premonition that this day would co soon.
Daisy Grant gazed at the profound, perfect side profile of Dawn Sutherland, her fingers digging into her palm.
Daisy Grant, that night’s indulgence has really pushed both you and your brother into the depths of hell...
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December in City C, a cold air swept through, the entire city covered by winter.
On this day, light snow fell, Ariel Morris asked Camden to take her back to Royal View City.
Arlo Seys clocked out of work as usual and drove ho. As his car stopped at the gate, his gaze inadvertently caught and fixed on a figure.
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ps: The monts with Arlo and Ariel, who accompanied us for half a year, are soon coming to an end! Cherish their scenes well, there aren’t many left!
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