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

Chapter 826:

He believed Daniela had no feelings for him.

Not at all!

She seemed indifferent to him bringing another woman to the event.

What did he truly mean to her?

Just a casual fling, with no real meaning?

Anger brewed inside Cedric, his focus drifting away from Lydia’s subtle flirtations.

Meanwhile, Lillian, seated at the back, was fuming. “Daniela! I’ve said it before—Cedric isn’t worth your time!”

Daniela’s hand, hanging by her side, shook uncontrollably.

The dim lighting at the auction masked her expression. Despite taking several deep breaths, her anxiety persisted.

At last, Daniela exhaled deeply and retrieved a pill from her purse.

Observing this, Lillian turned and gently held Daniela’s hand down. “Don’t take it now. If you do, you’ll have to start all over.”

In the front row, Lydia rested her head on Cedric’s shoulder, then shifted closer, their faces nearly touching.

Daniela managed a weak smile and said to Lillian, “If I don’t take this, I won’t make it through the night here.”

Lillian slowly loosened her hold.

Daniela swallowed the pill with calm indifference, letting the wine wash it down. From the shadows, a pair of ominous eyes observed every move.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶

Midway through the event, Daniela’s chest tightened. She impulsively placed a bid on an item and whispered to Lillian, “I don’t feel well. Let’s go.” Lillian agreed, and together, they both stood up to leave.

Before they left, Daniela turned and stole a glance at Cedric in the front row, subtly lowering her eyelashes.

As she raised her eyes, Cedric coincidentally looked back, and their gazes locked.

Daniela’s face lit up with a sincere, effortless smile.

With a soft smile, she mouthed to Cedric, “I’m leaving.”noveldrama

She quickly walked over to the heavy wooden door and disappeared behind it.

Cedric stood up abruptly.

Puzzled, Lydia asked, “What’s wrong?”

Cedric shook off Lydia’s hand, a wave of panic washing over him as he darted outside.

However, when he reached the door, it was empty; no one was in sight. All that remained was the stream of passing cars. Standing at the hotel entrance, he gave himself a hard slap.

“Mr. Phillips,” called out the secretary, rushing after him. “What are you doing out here? They’re waiting for your speech inside. Come on, we need to get back.”

Feeling hollow, Cedric lingered at the doorway, his pause prolonged by the distant voices filtering out from the venue. “Next, please welcome Mr. Phillips to present the most significant auction item of the night.”

“Mr. Phillips? Mr. Phillips?”

The secretary, grabbing Cedric’s arm, hurried him back inside. As they reentered, Cedric glanced back one last time.

Outside, the night lay dark and still.

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