He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 487: 487: Olivia Jenkins Didn’t Return Home All Night

Chapter 487: 487: Olivia Jenkins Didn’t Return Home All Night

Daniel Marshall looked at Grace Ziegler seriously, “I don’t have any sisters, but I feel as if you’re a sister who gets along well with me.”

Sister?

Does Chief Daniel Marshall only regard her as a sister and doesn’t have any special feelings for her?

Grace Ziegler felt mixed emotions, her ambition to climb up by holding onto a prop of gold, as if it were, was doused from head to toe with a bucket of cold water – her whole body was immediately chilled.

For a moment, Grace Ziegler was left speechless, didn’t know what to say, but she forced herself to maintain a smile.

A short walk later, Grace Ziegler pointed to an iron gate, “Chief Marshall, I’ve arrived home.”

Daniel’s sharp eyes scanned around, instantly frowning, “This three-story building doesn’t seem very safe and is crowded. Tomorrow, I’ll check for you where there’s an affordable and relatively safe studio for rent.”

“Chief Marshall, really, there’s no need. It’s quite good living here,” Grace Ziegler didn’t look at Chief Marshall while speaking, she realized that her words were self-consolation.

In winter, living here could be quite cold. It’s just a small room that’s also noisy. You could hear people arguing clearly in the building, and the entire building’s toilets and bathrooms are communal, even cooking is done in a public corridor.

If she had money, she would have moved out long ago.

Actually, if she returned home late and walked this path alone, she would fear, but merely to root herself in Serene City, she endured it and carried on.

She dared not tell her mother these things because her mother not only opposed her coming to Serene City but also didn’t wish her to endure hardships.

It was just that some of the students had said that in an international metropolis like Serene City, she could broaden her horizons and there were many opportunities – thus she plunged headlong.

Grace Ziegler wanted to test her luck. She was unwilling to suffer. She couldn’t allow her ex-boyfriend and the nouveau riche’s daughter to look down on her again, or for anyone to bully her.

Daniel’s expression was unfathomable. He softly said, “You should go rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Grace Ziegler pursed her lips, nodding. After deeply glancing at Chief Marshall, she slowly walked upstairs.

Daniel remained standing in the place, his eyes, dark as ink, stared unblinkingly at Grace Ziegler.

Only when Grace Ziegler vanished from his sight did he then slowly walk back.

Later, Daniel called Adam Howard, giving him instructions.

Once Grace Ziegler unlocked the door, not bothering to switch on the lights, she immediately ran up to the window to look down.

She could still see Chief Marshall’s figure retreating in the distance.

Even that silhouette, she thought, was handsome!

Olivia Jenkins didn’t return the whole night.

Daniel merely learned from Auntie Jane that Olivia had gone to Shallow Bay to accompany her grandmother.

Daniel didn’t call Olivia, nor did he send a message, and Olivia did the same.

Was this a bet to see who could hold out the longest?

Was this a bet to see who was the cruelest?

Was this a bet to see who was the greatest tormentor?

Was he, Daniel Marshall, worth being ignored by her?

Was he, Daniel Marshall, not worthy of her love?

Was he, in her opinion, dispensable?

Suddenly, Daniel sneered dismally, a chill flashed in his eyes.

After breakfast, as if nothing had happened, Daniel went to work. He didn’t ask anything further nor left any messages for Auntie Jane.

Seeing the couple like this, Auntie Jane was very anxious, but all she could do was sigh and shake her head.

Hoping that this cold war would end quickly. Auntie Jane felt uncomfortable watching it, she felt sorry for the married couple.

Taking care of the affairs of the Jenkins Group, Olivia returned to the villa by Pearl Lake to pack up.

Looking at the wedding photos that were displayed and hung in the bedroom, Olivia didn’t feel the joy of when the pictures were taken nor did she feel any happiness – all she felt was irony.

The marriage she once strived hard for still showed her its end prematurely.