Chapter 155 Encouraging Confession
In the taxi, Daisy looked at the blocked contact in her WhatsApp and smiled with satisfaction.
Bastard. He thought just because he said not to delete it, she was out of options?
The taxi driver was a chatty guy who caught her beaming smile in the rearview mirror and asked nosily, "That your boyfriend back there, miss?"
Daisy was about to deny it, but realized the driver wasn't actually asking her—this was just his conversation starter. He didn't even pause before continuing.
"He looks pretty good! Tall, handsome young man, really sharp-looking. You've got good taste, miss! I think you two look like a married couple—how long have you been together? Engaged yet? Let me tell you, when you find a good one, you gotta hold on tight and lock him down quick. All those young girls out there are so clever—if you don't make your move, they'll snatch him away!"
"You're local, right? Oh, you should get married soon! Have kids while you can bounce back easily, and your parents are young enough to help babysit. You planning on one kid or two? I say two is better—kids need siblings, and it takes pressure off them later."
"Sigh, you're the lucky one though. My daughter's over thirty and won't even look for a boyfriend. It's driving me crazy..."
Daisy tried several times to interrupt but couldn't get a word in. Finally, she just put in her earphones.
Dating Ethan, marrying him, and having two kids? Had her brain been kicked by a donkey?
Not even in her next life. Not even in her next next next next next next life.
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Back at the film set, Ethan lounged in a reclining chair with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, looking completely bored. But actually, he was furious inside.
This was the first time he'd ever voluntarily asked a woman for her WhatsApp, and what had he gotten? Blocked within two minutes of adding her?
If it weren't for the fact that she worked hard during filming, had a somewhat pure nature, and was kind to the crew... he wouldn't have bothered with WhatsApp at all!
The more Ethan thought about it, the angrier he got. He sat up abruptly—he'd decided that no matter where that woman ran, even to the ends of the earth, he'd chase her down and wash away this humiliation!
Just as he was about to get up, his phone rang. Seeing it was a call from home, he irritably ruffled his hair, then answered. In an instant, his previous serious demeanor vanished as he said casually, "Dad, what's up?"
"Where are you?"
"Out playing with friends," Ethan replied offhandedly. "Got a friend with some good stuff. Dad, you should try some when you get the chance, it's really..."
"Enough!" His father Gary cut him off angrily. "How old are you, still fooling around outside all the time! You don't care about company business, just keep making me angry—you'll give me a heart attack eventually!"
"Come on, that's not possible," Ethan said with a grin. "I'm not interested in the company, but you're my dad—I wouldn't dare make you angry."
"Then get engaged!" Gary said sternly. "You and Ms. Watson have been seeing each other for over two months now. It's time for the next step. This Saturday—we'll have one ceremony in Majestic City and another in Seaside City. Come home right now to prepare."
Ethan's expression changed, but he maintained his rebellious tone. "I don't like her. She's like a piece of wood, doesn't understand romance at all. Dad, find me someone else."
Gary was so angry his liver hurt. "Find, find, find—where am I supposed to find someone? With all the scandalous things you do, every respectable family in Seaside City knows about you. Who would want to marry their daughter to you? If it weren't for a friend's introduction this time, you wouldn't even be able to marry Ms. Watson! Get your ass back here now! Your grandfather's been sick for so long—hearing this good news might help him recover."
Ethan paused, swallowing the words he'd been about to say. Gary hung up directly.
Ethan stared at his phone, thinking for a moment. "Ms. Watson, huh..."
For some reason, an image suddenly flashed through his mind—someone lively and spirited, cursing him out and grabbing a broom to beat him with.
After a moment, he sent Rachel a message: [Want to go shopping together this afternoon?]
Rachel replied almost instantly: "Sure."
Ethan's lips curled with disdain. Such a boring woman—she might as well have 'gold-digger' written on her face. What was the point of marrying someone like that? To eat her for dinner?
He replied: [Alright, 3 PM at the mall.] Then put away his phone.
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At 3 PM, Arabella and Daisy met at the new restaurant. Daisy ordered a table full of dishes and two bottles of champagne.
Arabella wasn't much of a drinker, but today her heart was heavy. She didn't eat much, instead drinking glass after glass of champagne. She'd already downed two glasses.
Propping her chin on her hand, she smiled while watching Daisy enthusiastically complain about things on set. Daisy talked for ages before finally noticing something was off.
Arabella was too quiet.
She immediately asked with concern, "Arabella, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Arabella had been holding back her emotions, but Daisy's question made her eyes immediately well up.
Daisy was startled and quickly moved to sit beside her, pulling her into a hug. "Oh honey, what happened? My poor baby, why are you crying out of nowhere? Tell me what's going on—I'll back you up!"
Arabella buried her face in Daisy's shoulder, really looking pitiful as tears fell.
After finally calming down, she sniffled and told her about last night's events.
Daisy's eyes went wide. "He hugged you? And then you decided you can't handle it and need to move out? Does he... does he know?"
"Not yet." Arabella's voice was hoarse. "But I... I'm afraid if this continues, I won't be able to control myself... I don't want to lose control... then we couldn't even be friends anymore."
Daisy's expression became very interesting. She cleared her throat. "Well, why don't you try confessing to him?"
Arabella shook her head dejectedly. "It's destined to be impossible—why humiliate myself?"
Daisy didn't give up, grabbing her hands and analyzing. "Think about it—you're planning to move out anyway and never see him again, so what difference does it make how he sees you? Might as well confess once. What if it works out? You'd hit the jackpot! Even if it fails, you haven't lost anything."
Arabella's head was fuzzy. "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Daisy encouraged enthusiastically. "Saying a few words won't kill you. Why don't you call him right now and make your feelings clear? If he rejects you, then you can move out cleanly. How efficient!"
Arabella looked at her phone, scared to death. "Maybe I should wait until tonight..."
Seeing she was genuinely chicken, Daisy sighed and didn't push, instead pouring her another drink. "Whatever you want. Here, have another!"
Liquid courage, right? She didn't believe that once her friend was drunk, nothing would happen tonight. There was no way Alexander would just let Arabella move out.
As the saying goes, would a wolf drop meat that's already in its mouth?
Arabella stopped after the third glass of champagne, waving her hands. "No more, no more. If I drink any more, I won't make it home."
Daisy had to give up. "Why don't you go confess to him now?" she suggested.
After all, strike while the iron's hot. She'd finally talked her friend into it and was afraid of complications—what if in an hour Arabella forgot about this whole thing?
Daisy figured if Alexander succeeded this time, he definitely owed her a best employee award. She'd helped so much—shouldn't resources be flowing her way?
Arabella nodded. "Okay..." She stood up, not too badly drunk. Three glasses of champagne had made her a bit dizzy but not completely confused.
Daisy helped her walk outside. They'd only taken a few steps when Daisy stopped.
It took Arabella a moment to notice something was wrong. Following Daisy's gaze, she saw someone familiar.
It was that pursuer of Daisy's who'd visited her in the hospital—Ethan, wasn't it?
But this Ethan looked different from before. Today he was dressed like a punk—ripped jeans, a jangling t-shirt, somewhat explosive hair, flashy diamond earrings... And he had his arms around two scantily clad, sexy girls.
Behind them stood another familiar face—Rachel.
Arabella's fuzzy brain took a moment to process. Ethan? Rachel? How did these two end up together?
Daisy was already furious with Ethan, and seeing him like this immediately triggered her sarcasm mode. "Well, well, if it isn't our..."
Ethan's face went rigid. He quickly dropped the two beauties and grabbed Daisy, pulling her aside. "Please, can you not say anything?"
Daisy eyed him sideways. "What, am I interrupting your girl-chasing?"
"What am I chasing... fine, fine, let's say I am!" Ethan begged pitifully. "Don't mention anything about the film set, don't tell them I'm an actor. I'll listen to you from now on!"
Daisy looked at him suspiciously, then glanced toward Rachel and laughed. "Alright, but you better keep your word. Otherwise, I'll tell them—that girl's surname is Watson, right? She's an old friend of mine, if you know what I mean."
Ethan's scalp went numb. He'd planned to just muddle through, but this witch was actually friends with Rachel? So he'd really be led around by the nose from now on?
But he had no other choice right now. He'd deliberately brought two women out today to disgust Rachel and make her give up on the engagement.
If Rachel found out he wasn't as worthless as he appeared, wouldn't she cling to him even tighter?
Sighing, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine, as long as you don't sabotage me, anything goes."
Meanwhile, Rachel, seeing her man being seduced away by Daisy, was furious. She glared at Arabella and demanded, "What's that woman's relationship with Ethan?"
She had zero good feelings toward Daisy. At the club before, Daisy had defended Arabella and verbally destroyed her—she still remembered.
Now with just one encounter, she'd hooked Ethan away. Rachel had been in frequent contact with Ethan lately, and he'd always been indifferent toward her, let alone showing this kind of expression.
Her guard was up.
Arabella, half-drunk and half-awake, looked at Rachel and asked, "What's your relationship with Ethan?"
Rachel said proudly, "He's my fiancé. We're getting engaged this Saturday."
Arabella's brain was slow to react, but when she finally processed it, she was shocked. "You're getting engaged?"
Wasn't Ethan pursuing Daisy? This scumbag... was he two-timing??
Rachel snorted. "What, with my looks, figure, and family background, what's wrong with marrying well? Arabella, you're not jealous, are you?"
Before Arabella could figure out the hidden meaning behind her words, Ethan came back dragging Daisy. As soon as they stopped, Daisy irritably shook off his hand.
She walked over to pull Arabella along, glancing at Rachel but ignoring her. "Arabella, let's go."
Rachel didn't want to let them leave just like that. First, she still hadn't figured out what Daisy's relationship with Ethan actually was—if they left, Ethan definitely wouldn't explain. Second, she wanted to show off in front of Arabella.
"Daisy, you're just going to leave with her? What, are you two so shady you can't be seen in public?" Rachel challenged.
Daisy stopped and turned to look at her, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth. "Don't make me slap you."
"You're so crude." Rachel deliberately said in front of Ethan, "Always cursing, not gentle at all. Women like you will never get married."
"Whether I get married or not is none of your damn business," Daisy saw right through Rachel's purpose and sneered. "All you can do is yap."
"Daisy!" Rachel frowned, warning, "We're all women here—don't think I don't know your little schemes!"
"We're still different though. You're a cyborg warrior while I'm just natural fitness crew," Daisy looked her up and down with a mocking smile. "You've had quite a bit of work done on your face recently. Can a pretty face grow popcorn?"
"You!" Rachel quickly glanced at Ethan, relaxing only when she saw him looking elsewhere distractedly.
She should have known how venomous Daisy's tongue was!
"Don't slander me. I haven't had any work done." Rachel said coldly, then turned to Ethan. "Shall we go?"
Ethan glanced at Daisy, his lips curving almost imperceptibly. So when she said she and Rachel were 'friends,' this was the kind of 'friendship' she meant.
Daisy watched Rachel's retreating figure and smirked, deliberately raising her voice. "You don't need to feel insecure about being flat-chested. Just learn some styling—don't use those weird products. Your boobs are all lopsided!"
Rachel instinctively looked down, saw that her chest was perfectly fine, and her face contorted with rage. That bitch Daisy was tricking her!