Chapter 78 Sharing the Same Bed and Pillow
Daisy stared blankly at Vincent, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Grandma had already cheerfully pulled Luna away, "Luna's sleeping with Great-grandma tonight. Great-grandma will tell you stories!"
It had been so long since anyone told her stories. Luna cheered and bounced along after Grandma.
Only Daisy and Vincent were left in the living room.
Daisy looked at him and couldn't help but say, "The conditions here are pretty basic. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Vincent didn't respond; he just glanced around the room. "Which one is yours?"
Daisy pointed to a door. He turned and walked in. Daisy followed behind, pushing open the door to the small room she had lived in for years.
The room wasn't large. A single bed was pushed against the wall, with an old desk lamp on the nightstand. Next to it stood a bookshelf on which a few books were sparsely scattered—, mostly romance novels whose pages had already yellowed.
The closet door was a bit crooked and wouldn't close properly, revealing the sparse clothes hanging inside.
Floral curtains hung on the window—Daisy had picked them herself back in high school. The original pink had faded to almost white from washing.
Vincent stood in the room, looking around. His gaze paused on those few books, then landed on the single bed.
Daisy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, deliberately saying, "Well, there are only these two rooms and such a small bed. How are we supposed to sleep?"
Vincent glanced at her without speaking and turned to leave.
Daisy thought he couldn't take it and was leaving. She was about to call out to him when she saw him return with his toiletry bag, and walk into the bathroom as if nothing were wrong.
Daisy followed, standing at the bathroom door, and watched him skillfully turn on the faucet, squeeze out toothpaste, and brush his teeth.
His movements were so natural, as if he'd been living here for a long time.
She couldn't help saying, "You sure make yourself at home."
Vincent rinsed his mouth, wiped it, and only then said slowly, "I don't see anything wrong with being here."
"When I was at Eton College, I slept on a hard‑board bed that was probably... only a third the size of your bed."
He gestured slightly.
Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Eton College? I really can't tell you certainly had a gentleman's education. I'm so sorry, I couldn't tell at all."
Vincent finished brushing, cupped some water to rinse away the toothpaste foam, grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, tossed it in the trash, then looked at her with a smile. "Really? Isn't it because I'm a gentleman that you dare to mock me like this?"
Daisy opened her mouth but couldn't speak, feeling both annoyed and amused.
Vincent continued, "Now this gentleman needs to shower. As a lady, shouldn't you step out?"
Daisy closed the door directly.
She sat on the bed, listening to the rustling sounds inside, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
When Vincent came out, she went into the bathroom and changed into pajamas. By then Vincent was already lying in bed, holding one of the novels from the bookshelf.
He lay on his side against the wall, leaving the other side for Daisy.
After her shower, Daisy stood by the bed, somewhat stiffly. After a moment, she carefully lay down.
The bed was really too small. She tried to squeeze to the other side, but even so, there was only about a fist's width between them.
She could even feel the heat from his body through the thin blanket.
The room was very quiet, only the sound of Vincent turning pages, rustling softly.
Daisy faced away from him, already trying her best to ignore his presence, but each page turned felt like it was turning on her heart, making it restless.
"Can't sleep?" Vincent's voice suddenly came from behind her.
Daisy didn't move. "No."
"Then why are you tossing and turning?"
Daisy moved closer to the edge of the bed. "I'm just not used to it."
"Not used to what?"
"Not used to..." She paused. "Not used to you sleeping here."
Vincent suddenly put down his book and lay down too. The two of them were even closer now, close enough to feel each other's breathing.
"Then who are you used to sleeping here?"
Daisy was caught off guard by his question, then rolled her eyes at him. "None of your business."
Vincent's lips curved slightly. They just lay there, neither speaking again.
After a long while, Daisy suddenly asked, "When you were at Eton College, did you really sleep on a hard-board bed?"
"Yeah."
"Why? Isn't that a school for nobles? The conditions should be really good, right? I heard the uniforms are custom-made, and even the most basic set costs over a thousand pounds."
Vincent laughed. "Because it's a place to train gentlemen. Sleeping too comfortably isn't good for building character."
Daisy imagined a teenage Vincent waking up every morning from a hard bed, putting on a tailcoat and tie, bustling around campus, attending classes, eating, and exercising with a group of boys from all over the world.
"Did you adapt to it?" she asked.
"What's there to adapt to? I've lived like that my whole life."Vincent’s voice sounded proud.
This made Daisy think of herself.
Compared to the Blacks, her family background really had nothing to brag about and couldn't compare to Vanessa's, but among ordinary people it was still fairly well-off.
She'd also attended a private school—of course it couldn't compare to Eton College, but it was top-tier in the state.
She had learned music, racing, skiing...
"I knew so many things back then. Now I've forgotten most of it." There was quite a bit of regret in her tone.
Vincent looked at her.
Daisy continued, "Thinking about it now, I really let my parents down. They spent so much money on me, but I gradually forgot all those valuable things."
Vincent suddenly fell silent.
He could hear the deep regret in her tone—she was regretting not getting divorced earlier.
"Get some sleep," he said. "We need to get up early tomorrow."
"Okay."
Outside, the wind blew like a soundtrack to spring’s departure and summer’s arrival..
Daisy closed her eyes, trying hard not to think about anything, and fell asleep without realizing it.
The Blacks' villa.
Vanessa sat on the living room sofa, clutching her phone, her face dark.
Vincent's secretary had just told her that Vincent had to attend a meeting in another city and wouldn't be coming home tonight. As for Luna, Great-grandma missed her and wanted her to stay over for the night..
How nice. Did they think Vanessa was an idiot? She'd been at the company long enough—of course she had people planted around Vincent.
A little checking and everything was crystal clear.
She recalled that this morning, the way Vincent looked when he drove Daisy to work. She'd clearly said she wasn't feeling well, but he chose to drive that woman to work instead?
What does this mean? Does he want to have it all, both mistress and wife?
Dream on!
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze was ice cold.