"Dad, what are you talking about? When did I ever want to..." Yvonne stomped her feet, her face flushed.
Although she outwardly said so, she could not help Darryl's images floating inside her mind. It was challenging to know what Darryl was thinking. He always surprised everyone. According to people, he was pure trash; a cowardly, useless person. Yet, the Darryl that she knew was as mysterious as the ocean. With him, she felt safe.
Strange... Why would she have such weird thoughts? She blushed.
After leaving the house, Lily parked the car at the supermarket entrance.
"Darryl, why don’t you send Jade home?" Lily asked." I'll get some groceries to make you dinner tonight.
'Make me dinner?!' Daryl thought, shockingly. For the past three years, it had always been him making dinner for them. He had never imagined Lily to be the one cooking for him.
"Sure, sure!" Darryl nodded, driving away after seeing Lily enter the supermarket.
The two of them remained in the car. Seeing that Jade had become awkward, Darryl laughed it off. "Don't be nervous. I don't bite.”
"No, I’m not nervous," she whispered, placing her hands between her thighs awkwardly. He did not bite, but she was still afraid of him.
The other night at the Moonlit River, she saw-with her own eyes-Samson Facey, Harry's godfather, bowing down to Darryl. Today, he even scolded Felix Blakely through the phone.
Jade regretted having disdained Darryl in the past by making him do her laundry. Who would have known that he had such patience?
"I know you're Lily's best friend," Darryl spoke, "since the start of our marriage, I know you treat her well with your whole heart. You always thought of her whenever there was something good. Look, I'd like to share some good news with you."
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