"No way," Daniel Carter explained earnestly, "In the Carter family, our food, clothing, and daily items aren’t excessively luxurious, nor do we insist on only using big brands. As long as we like something, it fits our tastes, even if it’s an item found in a street shop, it’s considered a treasure." I was amazed in my heart, nodding repeatedly as I looked at him. The waiter brought coffee, interrupting our conversation. I took a few sips of hot cocoa, feeling greatly satisfied, my emotions settled a bit, and I was no longer as tense and nervous. Thinking about the problem that had troubled me for days, I put down the coffee cup and asked curiously, "Mr. Carter, how did you... find me on Sunday night?" Daniel Carter sipped his black coffee and responded slowly after swallowing, "It was a coincidence that day. I was picking someone up and happened to run into you." I smiled and sincerely said, "Thank you. I was definitely a hassle when drunk, taking care of me for a night, I’m truly sorry." Daniel Carter didn’t respond, just smiled helplessly and asked, "When will you stop being so polite to me? Always saying ’you’, doesn’t it feel awkward?" "I..." I also smiled helplessly, "Sorry, I can’t help it, it’s a bit of a professional habit." Daniel Carter understood what I meant, "You’re treating me like a client?" I was even more embarrassed and quickly changed my words, "No, no, you’re not a client; you’re my creditor." Daniel Carter’s expression froze, seeming not to understand these words, but after a moment, he reacted and smiled even more helplessly. "I thought you would say we are friends." I laughed awkwardly, thinking I’m hardly qualified. In the silence, Daniel Carter took another sip of coffee and then casually said, "Girls shouldn’t drink so much outside; you’re beautiful and young, it’s dangerous to get drunk outside." "Yes, I’m usually very rational, and I never indulge. That was the first time I got so drunk that I completely blacked out. It was really lucky to run into you that night; otherwise, I’d probably have had to sleep in the street." Daniel Carter looked up at me and said meaningfully, "Your first drunken experience, my first time taking care of a drunk girl, quite the coincidence." "..." I was embarrassed, feeling my cheeks get warm, and said self-consciously, "That night... did I cause you a lot of trouble?" He nodded without hesitation and said bluntly, "Yeah, you are indeed quite troublesome when drunk, very talkative, many strange requests, and you vomited several times." I abruptly looked up at him, feeling my face going to crack! I was really that embarrassing?! "Did I ask for anything particularly difficult?" I thought of the scattered memories, like hugging, cuddling, kissing. Daniel Carter raised an eyebrow slightly, "Which aspect are you referring to?" I wanted to ask if I forcibly hugged or kissed him. But facing him, I couldn’t manage to ask. It felt like creating an intentional ambiguity, an emotional tug-of-war. "No, nothing... anyway, thank you." In the end, I was cowardly and didn’t dare to ask, picking up the hot cocoa and drinking it to cover my embarrassment. Then, I suddenly remembered I hadn’t returned the watch to him. "Oh, Mr. Carter, your watch." That watch was so valuable, I purposely packed it in a watch box and pushed it over, "Check if there’s any problem." "Oh," Daniel Carter replied lightly, not even looking at the watch, his brow slightly furrowed, "That night, after you vomited, I had to clean up, so I took off the watch and put it down casually, and forgot when I left." My face kept splitting. A drunk person vomiting is the most disgusting thing, very smelly. Such a noble young master from a wealthy family actually served me, dealing with such disgusting stuff?! No wonder when I got up the next day, the trash can was clean. Turns out he had already dealt with it that night. "I noticed when I got home, but... didn’t dare call you, causing trouble sending it over today." He might not have noticed my embarrassment, continuing to talk. But these words triggered my sense of embarrassment. I looked at him confusedly and asked, "You... didn’t dare call me?" Daniel Carter smiled, eyes seeming to be filled with stars, his face showed a bit of shyness. "Yes, I was afraid you would see this watch and think I left it on purpose, just to have an excuse to contact you again. Before, you seemed to have some misunderstandings about me, and we’ve become more distant, so—I didn’t dare disturb you rashly." I stared at him dumbfounded, shocked and unable to calm down. How does Daniel Carter manage to be so noble and distinguished, yet so humble and low-key in his conduct? He actually considered that point. "No, no, Mr. Carter, I’m sorry... Previously—I had some things I didn’t understand, plus some outside speculation, I was afraid to cause you trouble, so... became a bit distant." I was so guilty, I hurriedly explained the reasons. In front of him, despite still having some doubts in my heart, I couldn’t voice them. Looking at his handsome and sincere face, I felt even if he wanted to dig out my heart and draw my blood, I’d accept! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovelfire.net So, after holding back for a moment, I decided to lay it all bare, "Alright, Mr. Carter... Actually, it’s because I don’t understand why you people are so good to me, good enough to almost feel like family; it’s too unusual. And my blood type is special, RH negative, the so-called panda blood—ah, blame myself for overthinking, not finding a valid reason for your kindness, I thought... you all were interested in my blood type." I stammered halfway through, seeing his face initially puzzled, then confused, then relieved, and finally laughing muffled—it made me even more embarrassed. "Why are you laughing? You also think it’s ridiculous, right? Ah, I’ve just seen too much random news and overthought." I laughed along, laughing at my own foolishness. Daniel Carter laughed with a sudden realization, "No wonder, that drunken night, you grabbed me and asked if I wanted to dig your heart, take out your lungs, and drain your blood." "What?" I was petrified again, breaking down, my head buzzing, "I asked you that night? What else did I do?" Daniel Carter gradually stopped laughing, staring at me unblinkingly. I couldn’t tell if it was my illusion, but he seemed to be looking at my lips the whole time. My scalp tingled, thinking no way, what I dreamed wasn’t a dream? But rather—I really kissed him forcefully?! "Nothing else... you drank too much and slept, slept just like a little pig." He suddenly diverted his gaze, quickly changing the subject. I could see he was lying. He just said I talked a lot and made many strange requests when drunk, and now says I drank and slept, doesn’t it contradict? But since he didn’t say, I had no way to know, so in the end, I could only clarify, "No matter what I said or did that night, don’t take it seriously... Being drunk blurs the mind, ah... I can’t drink anymore, really—"