Chapter 257 Little Star

Chapter 257 Little Star

With that thought, Daisy didn't bother saying thank you.

Luna took a bite, she took a bite.

From start to finish, their plates never ran out of meat.

Vincent, on the other hand, barely ate a few skewers—he seemed completely absorbed in the act of grilling.

Honestly, this barbecue was even more satisfying than the last time.

After they finished eating, Daisy was about to take Luna to wash her hands when Vincent beat her to it again.

Not only did he help Luna change out of her clothes that now reeked of barbecue smoke, he also took her to the restroom and explained constellations and plants to her.

"So you like looking at stars too, Daddy!" Luna said. "Mommy loves looking at stars too!"

Daisy had never heard Vincent mention he liked stargazing.

Still, the questions Luna asked were pretty basic, and they didn't have a telescope with them today.

So she figured Vincent probably didn't actually like stars—he just happened to know some astronomy facts.

With Vincent taking care of their daughter, she was happy to relax and didn't join the conversation much.

The three of them had arrived in the evening, and by the time they finished the barbecue, it was about time to rest.

Vincent carried Luna into the tent and had just set her down when she suddenly clutched him tight, as if she'd had a nightmare. "Daddy!"

"Daddy's here." Vincent gently patted her back.

Luna whimpered, like a small animal, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

Daisy almost thought she was awake—she called Luna's name several times, but got no response.

Vincent was quiet for a moment before saying, "Kids are sensitive. She can sense when things aren't right between us, so she feels anxious."

Daisy had vaguely sensed Luna's unease too, but sensing it herself was one thing—having Vincent point it out was another.

The way Vincent said it made it sound like he was blaming her.

She fired back coolly, "It's not my fault."

Vincent didn't look annoyed. He just smiled helplessly.

Daisy added, "You two can sleep here tonight. I'll take the other tent."

Vincent paused. "No need. She's having a nightmare right now. Once I get her back to sleep, I'll go over there."

This tent was full of Daisy's things. It really wouldn't be appropriate for Vincent to sleep here—plus, it would bother her.

So she said nothing and stayed with Vincent to keep Luna company.

Vincent suddenly asked, "Do you know any children's songs?"

Daisy glanced at him. "Why?"

"Singing might help her fall asleep faster," he said.

Daisy thought for a moment, then tried softly singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Surprisingly, it worked. After the song, Luna settled into a much deeper sleep.

Vincent carefully extracted his arm and went back to his own tent.

She slept soundly through the night. The next morning, when the alarm went off, Luna nuzzled against Daisy's arm. "Mommy, I dreamed you sang to me last night."

"Really? What did I sing?" Daisy was already thinking about getting her to school. She hugged Luna and started dressing her and braiding her hair.

"'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star!'" Luna said.

Daisy asked, "Did you dream about anything else?"

Luna rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't remember."

When she brought Luna out of the tent, Vincent was just emerging too.

After dropping their daughter off at school, they each headed to work.

The moment Daisy walked in, she learned that Ethan had an emergency and she needed to represent him at the corporate conference.

She rushed to the venue, already running late. Just as she reached the entrance, she ran into Vanessa.

The moment Vanessa saw her, her eyes went cold.

Daisy ignored her—like being stared at by a dog—and was about to go inside when Angela blocked her path. "You bumped into someone and you're not even going to apologize?"

"We were a meter apart. How could I have bumped into anyone?" Daisy raised an eyebrow.

"You did bump into her! Apologize to Vanessa!" Angela demanded.

Daisy was about to retort when several more cars pulled up outside—people arriving just in time for the meeting.

Vanessa chose that moment to play magnanimous. "It's fine. Ms. Hart didn't mean it. Let's not make a big deal out of this."

Then she walked inside.

Angela shot Daisy a disdainful look. "No class at all!"

The two of them strutted off like roosters who'd won a fight. But then Felix's voice rang out. "Daisy, what happened?"

Daisy said, "Nothing. Just them putting on a show and trying to frame me."

Vanessa turned around, furious. Felix and Daisy stood together, a perfect match.

Meanwhile, she looked lonely and isolated.

She'd planned to come with Vincent, but he didn't have time, so she'd had to come alone.

Then another voice chimed in. "Daisy! What a coincidence seeing you here!"

It was Sam.

Felix's gaze turned slightly peculiar. Without making a show of it, he took Daisy's hand.

Sam had changed since starting work—he'd shed his old playboy polish and was very different from before.

Daisy greeted him, and only then did Sam's gaze land on Vanessa. "What a coincidence!"

He didn't say much else and headed straight inside.

Vanessa waited and followed him in.

Standing together, Sam felt awkward. He pulled out his phone. "Oh, it's your birthday today?"

"How did you know?" Vanessa was surprised.

Sam said casually, "Just happened to see it. Happy birthday!"

Vanessa was certain she hadn't listed her real birthday on any social media profile. How did Sam know? She had no idea.

Still, being remembered felt nice.

Sam had been about to mention how Vincent had pulled strings and spent billions to buy her the only diamond of its kind in the world—news that had quietly spread everywhere.

That's how he'd looked up Vanessa's birthday.

When Daisy and Felix walked hand-in-hand into the conference hall, they drew plenty of stares.

As they took their seats, people recognized Daisy and asked her numerous questions. The most common comment was, [I watched that launch event…]

Felix sat right next to her but couldn't get a word in.

The meeting started soon after. Government officials repeatedly praised the results of the launch event.

Listening to them, Daisy felt an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

Near Vanessa, industry leaders were whispering to each other. "It really makes you feel inadequate. To think such groundbreaking research came from a young woman."

"Tell me about it! When I was her age, I wasn't nearly that successful."

Hearing this, Vanessa looked in Daisy's direction—but only saw her back.

No arrogance. No provocation. No showing off.

It was as if Daisy treated her like a complete doormat.