Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 533

Chapter 533:

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“It’s been going on for a few days now.” Cedric’s face tightened with concern.

“Should I handle it?”

Bending down to swap her shoes, Daniela responded, “There’s no need. They’re not posing any danger.”

Cedric fell quiet. He sensed that Daniela always had a plan. Her composed manner spoke volumes about her confidence.

After a brief pause, Cedric took her hand and said, “I’ve told you before, there are lines I won’t cross. Do you remember?”

A smile played on Daniela’s lips.

“I remember.”

With a curious glance, Cedric asked, “And what exactly are those lines?”

“Not allowing myself to get hurt,” Daniela answered simply.

His gaze locked with hers, and he asked again, “You promised, didn’t you?”

The worry in Cedric’s eyes was undeniable, a concern so palpable that Daniela couldn’t dismiss it.

She had always been detached, indifferent to most things around her, keeping a distance from the world. No matter what happened, it never truly bothered her.

The world kept turning whether she existed or not.

However, when she looked into Cedric’s eyes, the anxiety she saw there caused a gentle, unexpected flutter in her chest.

Her expression softened, and with a calm smile, she reassured him, “Yes, I promise.”

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Cedric knew that when Daniela gave her word, it was unshakable.

Once she made a promise, it was as good as done—there was no turning back.

A slight tension eased in Cedric’s shoulders as he heard her words.

In the high society they navigated, being followed was far from unusual, but it still stirred a protective unease in Cedric.

If it had been him being followed, he might not have cared as much.

But when it came to Daniela, he wouldn’t stand for any threat to her.

She was everything to him, his entire world.

Anyone daring to harm her would have to face the full force of his anger.

They had already eaten at the office, and after a quick shower, they slipped into their familiar routine—relaxing together in front of the TV in the living room.

In the midst of their quiet evening, Joyce quickly passed through the living room, her head lowered, and dashed upstairs.

Cedric’s eyes left the TV and followed her for a moment, moving towards the staircase.

After a brief pause, Cedric turned his focus back to the screen.

Joyce didn’t return downstairs after that.

Once in her room, she began typing out Daniela’s detailed daily routes and schedule, sharing every little detail with Flash.

Her hand trembled as she pressed send.

Fear clung to her, but she couldn’t pinpoint which terrified her more—Flash, or Daniela.

A sense of unease settled deep within her, making it impossible to shake off.

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