Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 171:

Alexander was still preoccupied with the handwriting, racking his brain to recall where he had last seen it, but the memory remained elusive.

With that, the Bennett family pulled away, their car disappearing into the distance.

No assurances came from Caiden; his silence said it all.

Katrina’s cries echoed through the living room, her shoulders trembling with emotion.

With frustration evident, Caiden called the driver, who immediately came to pick him up.

Just as Caiden stepped into the waiting car, Katrina’s voice cut through the air from behind.

“Are you going?”

Paying no mind to Katrina, Caiden waved the driver forward, urging him to start the car and drive off.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, the driver inquired, “Where are we headed, sir?”

After a brief pause, Caiden muttered, “Elite Lux.”noveldrama

The driver nodded subtly, pressed the accelerator, and the car sped off.

As they reached Elite Lux, droplets began to speckle the ground. Fresh from a banquet, Daniela emerged in a flowing silver-white gown that accentuated her elegance.

A security guard offered her a tissue. With a warm, genuine smile, she accepted, murmuring, “Thank you.”

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Her smile reflected a deep, genuine warmth reminiscent of her mother. A wave of regret washed over Caiden. Realizing his shortcomings as a father over the years, he impulsively swung the car door open and called out, “Daniela.”

Daniela, adorned with long earrings that delicately grazed her cheeks, turned to find Caiden under the somber, drizzly sky.

Daniela hesitated briefly before stepping out, her tone calm and courteous.

“Do you need something, Mr. Harper?”

Caiden gazed at her intently, the realization dawning on him that the little girl who once perched on the stairs munching on her meals had blossomed into a poised young woman.

His words came at last, but a slight quiver betrayed his composure.

“I remember Katrina used to laugh about how you’d never sit at the table, preferring the stairs instead. Was she right?”

The evening air wasn’t particularly brisk, yet Caiden’s words whisked Daniela back to a childhood tinged with solitude. Her smile dimmed a touch as she murmured, “I don’t remember.”

In those days, she’d been overlooked, invisible. And now, she was unwilling to entertain belated regrets.

By holding on to her grudge, she risked being seen as utterly void of compassion.

Upstairs, Josie had prepared a steaming pot of soup, and the ringing of a phone call pierced the quiet night.

After disconnecting, Daniela maintained her composure and nodded towards Caiden, her voice steady.

“The past is behind us. I’m fortunate now to have people who care about me. Mr. Harper, goodbye.”

With those words, Daniela pivoted and strode away.

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