"Hmm. If you don’t believe me, you can check the kitchen." "No, no, I do believe you. I just feel Mrs. Carter, you’re too kind to me. Honestly, it’s making me uneasy." I’m not exaggerating; I truly feel uneasy. I can’t understand why such a distinguished and noble Carter Family, why such a high-and-mighty Mrs. Carter, is being so kind to someone like me, a mere tailor? Even if she likes the clothes I make, with the Carter Family’s power, they could hire countless designers better than me. "Don’t be nervous, I just find you agreeable and simply like you." "Thank you, Mrs. Carter." No amount of flattery could describe my feelings of being overwhelmed right now. Seeing Mrs. Carter go to change clothes, I took the chance to take out my phone and sent a WeChat message to my best friend. [Is Chef Barton from your Holburne not in today?] Wennie Lane replied instantly: [Yes, how did you know? He takes five days off a month and is always approved if he applies a day in advance. He mentioned yesterday he would take the day off.] Holding the phone, my heart felt a bit warm. Could it be just because last time I told Daniel Carter I liked Chef Barton’s cooking and he casually mentioned that I could come to Carter Manor to eat for free — they actually invited Chef Barton over to cook for me? I felt dizzy, like there wasn’t enough oxygen. Mrs. Carter came out after changing, seeing me in a daze, she asked with concern, "What’s the matter? Still thinking about how to refuse?" I smiled a bit awkwardly, "No... Mrs. Carter, I... just feel you’re too kind to me, which makes me a bit uneasy. Truly... not many people have been kind to me since my childhood, including my family... You must have heard some rumors, but ever since knowing you, knowing your family, all of you have been very good to me. It feels like I’m dreaming." I was speaking from the heart, though a bit stuttering and incoherent, but it was sincere. Mrs. Carter patted my hand kindly, saying, "You’re a good child, it’s just that fate has been too harsh on you. Hearing you say this makes me feel sorry for you, but it’s okay. If you don’t mind, you can consider me as an elder, then you’ll have one more person who cares for you." "Mrs. Carter... this, truly..." I was so moved that I was near tears. "Alright, don’t think about these things. Maybe one day, you’ll understand why we are so connected." Mrs. Carter comforted me, leaving a thought-provoking remark. I frowned in confusion, what did this mean? Before I had the chance to ask, Butler Cross approached, nodding respectfully: "Madam, lunch is ready." "Alright," Mrs. Carter agreed, looking at me, "then let’s have lunch and see if it’s to your taste." I followed her to get up, but suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Mrs. Carter, um... Is Mr. Carter coming back today? I’ve designed his clothes and would like to show him." Mrs. Carter glanced at the antique clock at home and murmured, "At this time, I wonder if he’s done with his work. I’ll call and check." Saying this, Mrs. Carter went back to the sofa and called Daniel Carter. "Daniel, Miller Junior is having lunch at home; are you coming back? She mentioned that she’s finished your clothing designs and wants you to have a look... Oh, I see? Alright, try to... okay, we’ll start eating, and wait for you while we eat." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⸺fire.net After hanging up, Mrs. Carter explained to me, "He said he’s almost done, should be able to come back for lunch, and told us to start without waiting." "This doesn’t seem right," I felt it was impolite and was a bit hesitant. "It’s fine; the men in this house are all workaholics. They never come home on time. If I waited for them every time before starting a meal, I’d starve," Mrs. Carter humorously enlightened me, so I just smiled and followed her into the dining room. The dishes were indeed Chef Barton’s creations; I could tell with one taste. Mrs. Carter encouraged with a smile, "If you like it, eat more. It seems like you work hard and are getting thin." "No, madam, I’ve always had a good appetite." "Good appetite is a blessing." We chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was nice, but I couldn’t help keeping my ears open, listening for any movement outside, hoping for Daniel Carter’s return. Unfortunately, even after we finished eating, and my stomach was full, Daniel Carter didn’t appear. I felt a bit disappointed inside but didn’t dare to show it. Mrs. Carter frowned, complaining a bit, "Bailed again, he must be delayed by something. When he gets busy, pulling all-nighters is common." I couldn’t help but feel sorry, "That really is tough work. It’s rare to find someone of Mr. Carter’s prestigious background who works so diligently and earnestly; it’s truly admirable." Mrs. Carter took a sip of tea and sighed, "Precisely because of such a background, the pressure is high. If there’s anything he doesn’t do well, both his father and grandfather will scold him harshly, saying he brings shame to the ancestors." I was amazed after hearing that. Simultaneously, I marveled, no wonder such a family can maintain their prestige and prominence through generations — with such ambition and strict family values, how could their descendants not thrive? After lunch, I drank a few cups of tea, estimating Mrs. Carter would take a nap, so I got up to leave. Mrs. Carter wanted to see me out, but I firmly stopped her. Sitting in the car, the smile on my face faded, thinking about not seeing Daniel Carter made me feel a bit empty inside. Realizing such thoughts were inappropriate, I quickly forced myself to stop thinking and turned to enjoy the serene mountain scenery outside the car window. The Red Flag L5 slowed down after turning a corner, and before I realized what was happening, the driver said, "Miss Miller, that’s the second young master’s car in front." My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively turned my head to look toward the front, only to see a black Audi stopped. William Harris got out from the passenger seat and opened the back door, where Daniel Carter stepped out with his long legs. Unexpectedly encountering Daniel Carter on the way down the mountain, my previously gloomy mood suddenly surged, like riding a roller coaster straight to the sky. Daniel Carter walked towards me, the autumn wind lifting his coat, the sunlight accentuating his tall figure. I stared at him, my heart pounding wildly, almost jumping out of my chest. The car door clicked, and realizing the driver had unlocked it, I quickly pushed the door open and got out. He approached, his tall figure partially blocking the sunlight for me, but when I looked up at him, I still squinted slightly, furrowing my brows. I thought the light emanating from him was more dazzling than the sun, and this action was almost a reflex. "Lily," he spoke gently, his demeanor noble and calm, directly calling me by my name instead of the formal "Miss Miller." "I sincerely apologize; I was supposed to come back for lunch, but something came up unexpectedly," Daniel Carter explained the reason for missing lunch with a somewhat urgent look, leaving me overwhelmed. What virtue and ability do I have to deserve such treatment, as if he hurried back just to have a meal with me, just to see me...