Chapter 304

Daniela had found herself caught in a relentless whirlwind of work.

Her commitment to the headquarters left her no time to unwind or take a breath.

By the time she returned home, it was often well past nine at night.

Though Cedric_usually picked her up, the demands of a large project at Phillips Group recently made Daniela insist that he meet her at home instead.

One day, just as Daniela got into the car, the driver glanced back. "There's a car trailing us. I've been noticing it for days. That car has been tailing us ever since we left the office."

Without looking up from her tablet, Daniela replied, "I see."

The driver asked cautiously, "Should I get someone to handle it?"

Still focused on her tablet, Daniela answered, "No need. They haven't made a move, just keeping their distance. If we take action now, we'll only alert them."

The driver nodded firmly. "Understood."

As they pulled up to the Harper family villa, they saw Cedric arriving at the same time.

He made his way over to Daniela, his expression serious. "You're aware a car's been tailing you,right?"

A faint smile tugged at Daniela's lips. "Did you notice it too?"

Seeing her smile, Cedric relaxed slightly, his posture shifting. "Yeah, I was behind you. I saw that car follow you into the neighborhood."

Together,they walked into the house, and Daniela nodded. "It's been going on for a few days now."

Cedric's face tightened with concern. "Should I handle it?" Bending down to swap her shoes, Daniela responded, "There's no need. They're not posing any danger."

Cedric fell quiet. He sensed that Daniela always had a plan. Her composed manner spoke volumes of her confidence.

After a brief pause, Cedric took her hand and said, "I've told you before, there are lines I won't cross. Do you remember?"

A smile played on Daniela's lips. "I remember."

With a curious glance, Cedric asked, "And what exactly are those lines?"

"Not allowing myself to get hurt," Daniela answered simply.

His gaze locked with hers, and he asked again, "You promised, didn't you?"

The worry in Cedric's eyes was undeniable, a concern so palpable that Daniela couldn't dismiss it.

She had always been detached, indifferent to most things around her, keeping a distance from the world.

No matter what happened, it never truly bothered her.

The world kept turning whether she existed or not.

However, when she looked into Cedric's eyes, the anxiety she saw there caused a gentle, unexpected flutter in her chest.

Her expression softened, and with a calm smile, she reassured him, "Yes, I promise."

Cedric knew that when Daniela gave her word, it was unshakable.

Once she made a promise, it was as good as done-there was no turning back.

A slight tension eased in Cedric's shoulders as he heard her words.

In the high society they navigated, being followed was far from unusual, but it still stirred a protective unease in Cedric.

If it had been him being followed, he might not have cared as much. But when it came to Daniela, he wouldn't stand for any threat to her.

She was everything to him, his entire world.

Anyone daring to harm her would have to face the full force of his anger.

They had already eaten at the office, and after a quick shower, they slipped into their familiar routine-relaxing together in front of the TV in the living room.

In the midst of their quiet evening, Joyce quickly passed through the living room, her head lowered, and dashed upstairs.

Cedric's eyes left the TV and followed her for a moment, moving towards the staircase.

After a brief moment, Cedric turned his focus back to the screen.

Joyce didn't return downstairs after that.

Once in her room, she began typing out Daniela's detailed daily routes and schedule, sharing every little detail with Flash.

Her hand trembled as she pressed send.

Fear clung to her, but she couldn't pinpoint which terrified her more.

Flash,or Daniela.

A sense of unease settled deep within her, making it impossible to shake off.

Long after midnight, Joyce decided to head downstairs for a drink. She flicked on the hallway light and made her way down.

As she reached for a bottle in the wine cabinet, a figure on the sofa caught her attention.

Startled, Joyce placed her hand over her chest and moved closer to get a better look. "Cedric?"

There, Cedric sat in simple loungewear, his form illuminated by the moonlight.

The glow softened the usual sharpness of his features, making him appear unexpectedly gentle. With a nervous flutter in her chest, Joyce tightened her grip on the bottle and walked to him.

"Struggling to sleep too?" she asked, her shirt slipping slightly off her shoulder to reveal her smooth skin.

Cedric didn't acknowledge her. He remained still, and just as Joyce was about to step closer, his voice cut through the silence, cold and distant.