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

Chapter 67:

“What do you think?”

Daniela’s eyes settled on the man standing opposite her. His chiseled features and commanding presence radiated confidence and strength. But in his eyes, there was a soft hesitation, almost a fragility, as if he was bracing himself for rejection.

Daniela offered a soft, reassuring smile.

“You don’t need to do that.” It had only been three months since her divorce, and her focus had remained firmly on her own priorities. If it had been someone else, she likely would have dismissed them without a second thought. But this was Cedric—her old classmate, the one who had always been there for her with quiet, unwavering support. How could she bring herself to hurt him?

“Lillian already mentioned she has someone lined up. I’m heading upstairs now.

You should head home. Drive safely, okay?”

Rejection as an adult didn’t always need to be spoken. It lived in the subtle exchanges, in the silence where words didn’t need to fill the space.

Daniela was certain Cedric got the message.

Cedric braced against the biting wind, his eyes narrowing as each gust whipped across his face. He observed Daniela gracefully advancing towards Luxor Tower, her long gown billowing at her side. The fierce wind sculpted her figure into an image of fragile elegance, isolated against the urban backdrop.

In that moment, a sharp pang of discomfort seized Cedric’s heart—a sudden, undeniable twinge that demanded his attention.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he hastily dialed a number.

“Ryan, it’s Cedric. I need you down here.”

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Ryan, who had been entrenched in his efforts to overhaul the building’s security system and had been deprived of sleep for several days, trudged downstairs. Clad in his worn hoodie, his appearance was haggard under the faint lighting, his lips pale.

“What’s up, Cedric?” Ryan queried, his voice weary and raspy. Cedric’s eyes remained fixed on the 25th floor, illuminated by the light in Daniela’s room.

Catching Cedric’s concerned look, Ryan retrieved a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and placed it in his mouth.

“Didn’t you just see her off to her room? What’s the worry now?”

Cedric replied, “She’s not happy.”

Ryan swiveled towards him, his expression etched with confusion.

“Really?”

To Ryan, understanding human emotions was a puzzle with no clear solution, endlessly complex.

Pressing his lips tightly together, Cedric made a request.

“I have a housekeeper to look after Daniela. Help me with the arrangement.”

Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but Cedric quickly added, “She’s refused me.”

A crease formed on Ryan’s brow.

“Why?”

Cedric replied, “She told me Lillian would handle it. I need you to hack into Lillian’s computer and ensure the right person is chosen. I’ll take care of everything else.”noveldrama

Cedric envisioned a future encounter with the Harper family, where the housekeeper would not merely stand there, tear-stricken and defenseless. The mere thought stirred a wave of discomfort within him. He knew he wouldn’t find peace until the matter was settled.

With a confident nod, Ryan replied, “Understood. Don’t worry, Cedric. I’ll handle it to perfection.”

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