The Revenge Of The Abandoned Wife

Chapter 3: Gentle Protection

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Two weeks later, my life seemed to return to normal. Aside from my regular work, I occasionally received text messages from Daniel, asking how I was doing. Every time this happened, I felt a surge of pleasure, like the first ray of sunlight in spring, warm and gentle. Although our contact wasn’t frequent, his presence gradually became an irreplaceable part of my life.

After our date last weekend, my mood remained in a good state. Although my dependence on Daniel was deepening, I was still trying to remain rational. After all, the gap between a billionaire and an ordinary designer was obvious.

One morning, I was busy in the studio with a large project that needed to be completed quickly. The client requested a redesign of the interior layout of a high-end apartment, and the deadline was tight, making me feel anxious.

“Alia, the coffee is ready!” my assistant Kate reminded me.

“Great, I really need a cup of coffee to wake me up.” I said, massaging my temples in an attempt to shake off the fatigue in my mind.

At that moment, my phone screen lit up with Daniel’s name. I couldn’t help but feel a bit happy and immediately picked up the call.

“Good morning, Alia.” Daniel’s voice was as warm as the morning sunlight, carrying a light, humorous tone. “Are you busy?”

“Good morning, Daniel! I’m rushing to finish a design for a project, and I feel a headache coming on.” I replied casually.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

I was a bit stunned for a moment, touched by his offer. Although we weren’t very familiar, he seemed to always sense when I was under pressure.

“Actually, I do have a problem I need to solve.” I thought for a moment before deciding to be honest. “The design elements the client wants are a bit confusing, and I’m afraid I won’t do it well.”

“Where are you? I can come over and take a look.” Daniel didn’t hesitate.

I felt a warmth in my heart. Although I couldn’t quite believe it, I still gave him the address of the studio.

Soon after, Daniel appeared at the studio door on time. He was dressed casually, giving off a relaxed vibe as he walked toward me, smiling, as though he was a breath of fresh air.

“I’m here. Ready for me to save you?” he joked, his eyes full of concern.

“Are you really willing to help me?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Of course, I’d be happy to. Design is also one of my interests.” He said it so matter-of-factly.

I led him to the work area, and my colleagues cast curious glances at us. Daniel stood in front of my desk, carefully looking at my design sketches.

“Your idea is good, but these colors don’t seem to match very well.” He pointed to a part of the design and began giving me suggestions. “If you use this color scheme, it would work better.”

I listened carefully, feeling more and more admiration for him. I hadn’t expected someone of his wealth to have such a keen eye for design.

“I originally thought you were just a rich guy, but it turns out you have so many talents.” I teased him.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I’ve had some art training at home, and I’ve also studied design. But now I mainly manage my family’s business.”

His words deepened my understanding of him. Beneath the billionaire exterior, he also had hobbies and dreams like an ordinary person.

After a lengthy discussion, my design ideas became much clearer. Thanks to his suggestions, my anxiety was greatly reduced.

“Thank you, Daniel. You’ve really helped me a lot.” I expressed my gratitude sincerely.

“No need to thank me. I’m happy to help.” His smile was warm and genuine.

Just then, Kate walked over and whispered, “Alia, who is this friend of yours?”

I was about to answer when Daniel interrupted, “I’m just a passing friend.” He smiled slightly at me, as if giving me some face.

My fondness for Daniel grew stronger, and his thoughtful care made me begin to trust him. At that moment, his presence gave me invisible support and strength.

“How about lunch together? My treat.” Daniel suggested.

“Sure, I’m actually quite hungry.” I nodded without hesitation.

We left the studio and walked out into the street. The sunlight bathed the avenue, bringing a pleasant feeling. Walking alongside Daniel, I couldn’t help but feel a warmth in my heart.

“I heard you like Italian food. We could go to that new restaurant.” Daniel suggested.

“Sounds good.” I nodded, looking forward to it.

During lunch, we talked a lot. He told me about his family business and some of the challenges he faced in managing it. I was captivated by his insights and gradually began to forget my previous prejudices against billionaires.

“So, life always needs some risks,” he said, looking at me. “What do you think?”

I thought for a moment and said softly, “I think risk and reward are always proportional.”

“You’re very smart.” He smiled slightly, his eyes shining with admiration.

As we talked, I noticed that I was gradually developing a sense of dependence on him. Every time he looked at me with gentle eyes or spoke comforting words, my heart would race.

After lunch, we walked out of the restaurant and were about to say goodbye. Just then, my phone rang with a message from the client, asking about the progress of the design. I immediately felt anxious.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel noticed the change in my expression.

“The client is pushing me for progress, and I’m worried I won’t meet the deadline.” **I sighed, feeling the anxiety creep back.

Daniel smiled slightly. “Relax, I can take a look at your sketches.”

I stared at him in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to be willing to help further.

“This… it’s too much trouble for you.”

“It’s fine, I’m happy to do it.” His voice was firm. “We can stay late and work together.”

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to accept his offer. After returning to the studio, I continued adjusting the design, while Daniel quietly sat beside me, concentrating on my sketches.

With his company, I felt my pressure lighten, and my thoughts became clearer. Time passed unnoticed as the lights in the studio dimmed, but I felt a sense of warmth.

“Don’t you feel tired?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“As long as I can help you, I don’t feel tired.” He smiled, his gaze gentle, like an invisible force constantly encouraging me.

Just then, the quiet was suddenly broken by the urgent ring of my phone. I looked down to see it was a call from Kate.

“Alia, come quickly! Our files have been accidentally deleted!” Kate’s voice was frantic.

My heart tightened, and I quickly ran in her direction, with Daniel following right behind me. When we arrived at the office, Kate was anxiously staring at the computer screen.

“What… what do we do now?” I asked frantically.

“I’ll try to help you recover the files.” Daniel comforted me and began operating the computer.

I was filled with gratitude, watching his focused expression, and I suddenly realized that I had developed an indescribable dependence and affection for him. At that moment, I felt his gentle protection surrounding me.

“We can do it. We’ll find a solution.” He quietly encouraged me, as if giving me endless strength.

Just then, the words “File Recovery in Progress” appeared on the screen, and my heart raced. After a tense wait, the computer gave the “Recovery Successful” notification, and Kate and I couldn’t help but cheer.

“Great! Thank you, Daniel!” I turned around excitedly to express my gratitude.

However, Daniel’s face had slightly darkened. His gaze was deep, as if he was lost in thought.

“Daniel, what’s wrong?” I noticed his change in expression, which was now very different from the previous lighthearted mood.

“I… it’s nothing, just remembered something.” He hesitated slightly, his gaze flickering.

“Do you want to tell me?” I tried to close the distance between us, feeling a slight unease in my heart.

“Actually, I’ve encountered some difficulties in my family business.” Daniel finally spoke, his tone a bit heavy. “I’ve been looking for new investment projects, but the current market situation isn’t very optimistic.”

I was somewhat surprised. I hadn’t expected this seemingly successful billionaire to have such troubles. “If you need help, I can try to offer some ideas,” I encouraged him, feeling a strong desire to support him.

“Thank you, Alia.” He gave me a grateful smile, his eyes warm, but a shadow quickly clouded them again.

After a brief silence, Kate interrupted our conversation. “Alia, I just checked the files. There’s an important meeting tomorrow, and we need to prepare again.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of it right away.” **I responded, secretly feeling anxious, but Daniel’s presence gave me a different kind of strength.

“I’ll stay here to help you.” Daniel said seriously.

As night fell, we continued working in the studio. The dim lights illuminated his side profile, and his focus and effort warmed my heart. Despite the overwhelming pressure from work, Daniel’s presence seemed like a healing remedy, bringing me immense comfort.

“Alia, you’re an outstanding designer.” Daniel often gave me encouragement, which boosted my confidence.

“Thank you, Daniel. I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without your help.” I looked at him gratefully.

This time, our relationship seemed to deepen in the silent collaboration. Although there were still obstacles, I was beginning to see hope in the future.

This narrative captures the relationship between Alia and Daniel as it develops through their professional and personal interactions, showing how they both find support and comfort in each other.