Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After Daphne left the building, she was immediately pulled to a less crowded place.

She asked in confusion, "Donald?"

Donald looked around before frowning and said, "Why are you here?"

Daphne pulled her backpack. "My editor-in-chief received an exclusive and asked me to trace it."

Saying of this, she hurriedly added. "Don't worry. I'm just doing my job. It will definitely not affect you."

Donald kept frowning. "I don't mean that, and I'm not skimmed off with you intentionally."

Daphne laughed. "I know you are strict and will not be interfered with by external factors, especially when working."

Donald answered nothing.

He wasn't as good as she said.

After a moment of silence, Donald asked, "Do you really want to follow this case?"

Daphne nodded. "The editor-in-chief assigns this. Steve…"

After a pause, Daphne hesitantly continued, "Are you going to argue for his innocence in court?"

Donald set his mouth in a grim line, "Sorry, I can't tell you this."

Daphne immediately said, "It's okay. I was just casually asking."

After thinking about it, Daphne said, "According to the police investigation and the interview I just did, I think there's

something wrong with him."

Donald said slowly, knowing what she meant, "He is my client."

Daphne understood his intention.

Defending one's client was the most basic professionalism of a lawyer.

While nodding her head, Daphne said, "Then I know, just like what Donald said, let's do our own work."

When Donald pulled her back, she was about to leave, "Are you sure that Steve killed his wife?"

"No. I'll leave it to the police to investigate. I'm just responsible for finding out more hidden truths."

"Since you have decided that Steve is suspicious, whether he is the murder or not, you should stop investigating."

Daphne did not understand. "Why?"

Donald lowered his voice. "Have you thought that what if his wife's death is related to him? What will he do to you if

you insist on this matter?"

Hearing this, Daphne tilted her head and smiled. "Can I perceive your words as that you are telling me the truth is

what I thought about?"

Donald was stunned, and his grip on her arm loosened, not expecting to be trapped by her like this.

Daphne laughed, "Don't worry. This is just a private chat. I will investigate the truth on my own."

As she spoke, her phone rang.

She answered it and waved at Donald. "I'll leave first. Bye."

Donald stood in place, touched his eyebrows, and took a long breath.

Back in the car, Donald took something from the storage box but saw the pendant of Daphne.

He looked out, and there was no longer any Daphne around.

Donald picked up the pen cap again and looked at it carefully under the sunlight, wondering what was so special

about it?

...

In the evening, after Daphne finished meeting friends of Steve's wife, she saw from afar an upright figure, half

leaning in front of the car at her apartment, looking through the phone.

Daphne jogged over. "Donald, are you waiting for me?"

Donald lifted his head, put away his phone, and glanced at the two people following behind her.

Waiting for Daphne to stand before him, Donald said, "Just got off work?"

"Ah, right. Have you eaten yet? I'll treat you, if not, to thank you for saving me yesterday."

Donald didn't refuse. "Okay."

"Around here are some simple, fast food. Is it okay if we go somewhere far away?"

"Fast food is fine."

Daphne took him to a restaurant that she often went to, and after they had ordered, Donald was about to pay when

Daphne had already checked first. "It was agreed that it's my treat."

Donald smiled and didn't say anything.

The heating was on, and it was a little hot.

Sitting on the seat, Daphne subconsciously tugged at her scarf.

Donald's eyes fell on the scar on her neck, and concerned, "Did you go to the hospital today?"

Meeting his gaze and realizing what he was talking about, she pulled the scarf up and smiled, "I'm okay. I applied for

ointment yesterday. It will be fine in a couple of days."

As she said that, she looked at the corner of Donald's forehead and pointed, "Does it still hurt?"

Donald originally wanted to deny it, but he somehow changed, "A little."

A flash of self-condemnation appeared on Daphne's face, "Then it's better to go to the hospital."

At this time, the waiter served their food.

"It's not necessary to go to the hospital. You can help me treat the wound if you are free."

Daphne agreed without thinking, "I'm free."

Donald's smiled lightly, "Let's eat."

While eating, Donald noticed no cilantro in Daphne's bowl. "Don't you eat cilantro?"

" I'm allergic to cilantro, and the boss here remembers that, so he won't put it in for me every time."

It was rare that people would be allergic to cilantro.

Donald tilted his head sideways, and a voice that he had heard somewhere, at some point, suddenly came to mind,

"I can't eat cilantro. I'll be allergic."

It seemed that it was not the first time?

He couldn't recall.

However, he would not forget a girl like Daphne once he met her.

Was it a drinking party?

The lights were dim, so it was expected that he couldn't see the face.

What kind of drinking party would have cilantro?

Apart from those occasions, how could he have connections with her and save her? Or was it the time he went to

Sydney last year on business? But he would remember well if he had met a compatriot there.

Seeing Donald thinking about something as if lost in thought, Daphne asked, "Is it not delicious?"

Donald stopped recalling, "No, it is not bad."

Hearing that he had approved of the restaurant she liked, Daphne couldn't resist smiling, feeling subtle.