Leaving those words behind, I slipped into the car. Grace Chandler followed me and got in as well. To make room for us, Daniel Carter moved to the other side of the car, keeping some distance from Adrian Gordon. But he bowed slightly and reminded from outside the car, "President Gordon, helping others is helping yourself; don’t make a big mistake in a moment of confusion." His words startled me. This was clearly a warning to Adrian Gordon, even a threat! Yet he said it so calmly, even politely. Grace Chandler slightly opened her mouth, turned to look at me, also showing surprise and a hint of delight. I kept my mouth shut, unsure how to respond, so I simply played dumb. This car had plenty of space, more than enough for three people to sit comfortably. And Grace Chandler wouldn’t deliberately squeeze me like Daniel Carter’s sister did. But being next to Daniel Carter, his powerful aura was undeniable, making me feel tense and even my breathing a bit restrained. The Red Flag SUV continued to move forward, heading towards the campus gates. Daniel Carter asked me in a low voice, "Has your divorce decree with him been issued?" My ears twitched as I turned to look at him, "Yes, I got it yesterday." "Is he going to appeal?" "I’m not sure, but I won’t let him appeal." My tone was firm, piquing Grace Chandler’s curiosity, "Why? Do you have something against their family?" Because my words before getting in the car, about a mutual destruction, had already exposed me, so I could only admit, "Sort of, regarding his sister." Both Daniel Carter and Grace Chandler were dignified people. Seeing that I didn’t go into details about what leverage I held, neither of them pressed any further. But I speculated in my heart that with Daniel Carter’s network, he’s most likely aware of the scandal involving the Gordon Family’s daughter being assaulted. Though being upright and busy, he wouldn’t have the spare time to delve into such matters. After the SUV exited the campus gates, the driver asked for the hotel where Grace Chandler was staying to take her back first. A few minutes later, Wennie Lane called me, "Lily, are you still at school or have you left?" "Left, just exited the school gate." "Oh, that’s good." Wennie Lane said, "I just saw Adrian Gordon at the gate and was worried he might lie in wait to pester you again. Since you’ve left, it’s fine." I replied indifferently, "He already tried to pester me, but I ignored him." "Huh? He really doesn’t change. Even after the decree has been issued, he still won’t give up?" "Ignore him, the result won’t change anyway." "He’s really crazy. I bet even after your divorce, it’ll be hard to shake him off." The car was quiet, and sitting in the middle of the back seat, the people on either side of me could hear our conversation if they wanted to. Grace Chandler didn’t mind, but Daniel Carter... "Forget it, let’s just focus on getting the divorce first." After responding, I worried my best friend might continue nagging, so I quickly added, "It’s getting late, you should head back too." "Alright, hanging up now." After setting down my phone, the car became silent again. And this sudden quiet was even more pronounced than before, carrying a hint of awkwardness. My mind was a mess, unable to find a topic, so I sighed and relaxed, leaning back. Grace Chandler, hearing my sigh, turned to comfort me, "Don’t stress over people like that; they’re not worth it. If he pesters you again, call the police, don’t hesitate." I forced a little smile, "I’m fine." About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Grace Chandler’s hotel. Daniel Carter had been resting with eyes closed the whole way, and when the car stopped, he opened his eyes and sat up slightly. Grace Chandler leaned over me to look at him, politely saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother Carter. Hopefully, we’ll meet again; I’ll treat you to a meal." I thought to myself, such an opportunity is unlikely. After all, Grace Chandler works out of town, and her visits back to Fallhaven are rare. Unexpectedly, Daniel Carter smiled gracefully, "There will definitely be opportunities." Grace Chandler instantly understood the deeper meaning, giving me an ambiguous look before stepping out, "See you then." "Bye-bye." I waved to her, and once she was out, I naturally shifted my body towards her side. Daniel Carter watched me, curving his lips into a smile. I blushed and looked at him, "What are you laughing at?" He was tall and long-limbed, with one arm resting on the seat, extending into my area. "Then why are you dodging?" he leisurely countered. Original content can be found at novel•fire.net I glanced at his arm, feeling my cheeks heat up. What did he mean by this? Was he trying to pull me closer? There’s still a driver in front; given his character, I felt he wouldn’t do that. However, I was wrong. He continued to stare at me, unblinkingly, paused, then sighed tiredly, "Feeling a bit dizzy, not too well." I was startled, looking at him and worriedly asking, "Is it bad? Do you need to see a doctor?" He had just returned from out of town yesterday, so he was probably exhausted from staying up late. He spent the whole day with the university leaders, attending various events, likely without resting at noon. And he had been drinking at night... Thinking about how Mrs. Carter and Melissa Chandler both said he worked tirelessly, feeling invincible in his youth, I couldn’t help but feel a bit distressed, yet somewhat angry, "You’re too busy; you shouldn’t push yourself so hard, as if you’re a machine, working day and night." The words slipped out, and once I finished, I realized his whole body slightly inclined towards me, a faint smile on his face, gazing straight at me. "Yeah, rightly criticized." "..." I said so much, and he replied with just one sentence, leaving me unsure of what to say next. The car became quiet again, and seeing him lean languidly, eyes lightly closed, I couldn’t help but soften my tone, "How are you feeling? If it doesn’t get better, let’s go to the hospital; don’t push it." "It’s okay, just overworked, feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol. A good night’s sleep will do." He spoke with eyes closed, voice deep like a murmur. I found his position a bit odd, couldn’t help but move his arm hanging on the backrest away. Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. I was stunned, eyes wide as I stared at him, nervously glancing towards the driver. The driver focused solely on the road, seemingly uninterested and wisely uninvolved in the boss’s affairs. "Daniel Carter...you—" I called out to him, voice low with a hint of unease and protest. Yet he still held onto my shoulder, "Tired, let me lean for a bit..." Still that deep murmur, like a lover’s gentle whispers. My heart softened, instantly halting any resistance, allowing him to lean closer. The Red Flag SUV continued its steady forward motion, like a leopard traversing the night, graceful and mysterious. Inside, Daniel Carter leaned against me, breathing steadily, a quiet sleeping beauty. I slightly lowered my head, eyes glancing askew, cautiously yet boldly tracing his features with my gaze, detailed and slow, not missing a single bit.