The Billionaire Stands Up for Me-Chapter 167: Giving Myself to You

I was startled and sat up from his embrace.

Daniel Carter had a few more words with the person on the other side, then hung up the phone.

"The embassy staff asked me if I wanted to go see him. What do you think?" Daniel Carter asked me.

"No." I shook my head without hesitation, "Handle it as it should be handled, there’s nothing worth seeing."

Thinking of the things Adrian Gordon said to me and did to me, my heart strongly resisted.

Daniel Carter held my shoulder, his palm gently exerted some force, silently comforting: "The embassy staff’s idea is, if it’s handled in the jurisdiction, like in this situation, without causing substantial harm, as long as he can find a good lawyer, a plea of ’not guilty’ should be easy. Moreover, if the case is tried here, you, as the plaintiff, must stay here, and can only return home after the entire case is reviewed..."

Daniel Carter didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood.

In fact, how Adrian Gordon is punished is a minor issue; the problem is we can’t afford to waste time abroad.

Daniel Carter’s identity is special, and he can’t stay abroad for so long.

And if I’m left alone, he certainly wouldn’t be at ease.

To accompany me, he will try to extend his stay as much as possible.

But I can’t possibly let him affect his work and future because of me.

So, before he finished speaking, I said, "Let’s drop it. The local police should be able to repatriate him directly?"

"Yes." Daniel Carter nodded, looking at me, "Actually, I think so too. After we return home, in our own territory, I can control more aspects. Besides, I have already submitted evidence of the Gordon Family’s illegal activities today, even if the case handlers are slower during the Spring Festival holiday, at the latest, the day after tomorrow, there will be news."

"Alright, I understand." I slightly adjusted my mood and said with some lingering doubt, "In that case... let’s let him go, no need to pursue further."

It seems that after returning home, another storm awaits me.

Back at the hotel, although it was already late at night, Wennie Lane, Cherry, and our colleagues who knew the news were all waiting for me.

Seeing me get out of the car, Wennie Lane and Cherry hurriedly came up to me.

"How are you? You scared me to death!" Wennie Lane held my hand tightly, making me gasp in pain, then quickly released it, "What happened? Are you hurt? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice..."

"It’s fine..." I forced a smile, covering the injury on my wrist with Daniel Carter’s coat, not wanting everyone to worry.

"It’s late; you should all go and rest. There’s still work tomorrow, once we’re done tomorrow, we can relax completely. Thank you all for your hard work." A group of people gathered in the hotel lobby, making the staff a little nervous, so I quickly dispersed them.

"Tomorrow’s matter, I’ll handle it. You should rest well." Calvin Yance looked at me, his brows slightly furrowed, speaking seriously.

I nodded politely: "Thank you, President Yance, we’ll assess the situation tomorrow."

It was indeed very late, so I thanked everyone again, urging them to quickly return to their rooms to rest.

Daniel Carter took me back to his room.

Wennie Lane, still worried, came along too.

"Let me see your injury, or I won’t be able to sleep when I go back." Wennie Lane dared not touch me casually, followed me cautiously, full of concern on her face.

Now that there were no outsiders, I no longer hid it, revealing my hands hidden in my sleeves.

"It’s fine, just surface wounds; it’ll heal in a couple of days." I comforted her.

Seeing the injuries, Wennie Lane’s face scrunched up, "How did this happen? Was it tied with a rope? Did that beast Adrian Gordon bind you up?"

"Mm. He might have been afraid that I’d escape, so he bound me up after knocking me out." I replied simply, not wanting to bring up the matter anymore.

Wennie Lane’s expression suddenly changed, glanced at Daniel Carter, then dragged me a few steps away and asked in a low voice, "Did you... were you assaulted by that beast..."

She didn’t finish, but I understood her meaning and chuckled to reassure her, "Don’t worry, no... He tied my hands and feet, making it inconvenient to assault me; Daniel Carter came just in time."

"That’s good." Wennie Lane sighed in relief, looked at me, and frowned again, "Your face is swollen too, with such obvious injuries, and you say it’s nothing. You need to clean and apply some medicine properly, so there won’t be scars."

Before she finished speaking, Eric Shaw sent in a medicine box, which Daniel Carter took over.

"Miss Lane, you should go rest. I’ll take good care of Lily Miller." Daniel Carter looked at us and said politely.

Although Wennie Lane was worried, she knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to stay as a third wheel, so she agreed, "Then I’ll go back. If you need anything from me, just call."

"Alright, I will."

Daniel Carter instructed Eric Shaw, "Escort Miss Lane safely back to her room."

When everyone had left and only Daniel Carter and I were alone in the bedroom, he furrowed his brow, unable to hide the pain in his eyes.

"Do you want to take a shower and change clothes before disinfecting the wounds?" He put down the medicine box and looked at the dress torn on my body, asking gently.

I looked down at myself, my dress was torn, and there were still red marks from resisting and struggling. Just thinking about Adrian Gordon’s hands touching me so closely made me feel uncomfortable all over.

So it was indeed necessary to take a shower immediately, to wash away his smell and marks.

"Mm, then I’ll go take a shower and change clothes first." I got up and headed to the bathroom.

He hurriedly followed, "Let me help you."

"Help, help me?" I looked back at him, instantly stuttering with a flushed face.

How do you help with a shower? That would involve taking off clothes...

"Your wrist is hurt like this, it would definitely hurt if it got wet. I can help you wash, and try to avoid it." He replied earnestly, looking at me with calm, deep eyes, completely different from my wandering thoughts.

I swallowed, unable to refuse.

Otherwise, it would seem too small-minded of me.

"Then... I’ll trouble you." I was clearly nervous, still speaking unsteadily, my mind already racing with thoughts.

"What’s troubling?" His expression softened a little, looking deeply into my eyes, perhaps now realizing what would happen next might be... shy.

"Rest assured, I’m just helping you shower." He emphasized inexplicably.

I didn’t dare to meet his eyes and muttered, "I’m not worried..."

We entered the bathroom one after the other; he first let out the hot water then turned to help me take off my clothes.

Although last night we shared a bed, hugging and kissing, did it all.

But under the bright light, being so "honest," it was still the first time.

"I’ll help you, uh... If you feel uncomfortable and can’t accept it, you can tell me directly." He reached up, his handsome face inexplicably flushed, eyes fixed on me, not looking down.

"Got it, hurry up, I’m fine." Rather than dragging it out and making both of us awkward, it would be better to be straightforward, get it done quickly.

Urged by me, his mouth curled into a smile, and then his actions visibly quickened.

As the dress fell to the floor, though I didn’t directly gaze at his expression, I could vaguely sense his breathing rhythm clearly hastened.

Warm water washed over my body, I was startled, and couldn’t help but shiver.

He softly reminded me, "Raise your hands a bit to avoid the water running over continuously."

His voice was low and husky, different from usual.

My back turned to him, not facing him allowed me to feel slightly more at ease.

His warm, solid palm and the cozy flow of water brushed over my body, meticulous, earnest, and devoted.

I could feel he was struggling to control.

My heart raced along, an inexplicable desire sweeping through my body; there was a moment I just wanted to turn around and embrace him.

Let everything that needs to happen, happen now!

But before I could entirely muster my courage, the water suddenly stopped flowing, and behind me, his voice, hoarse and unlike usual, said, "Alright, I’ll help you dry off."

A soft towel covered my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver again. I turned around and said, "Thank you."

"How’s the injury on your wrist? Does it hurt?"

"It’s alright, bearable..."

The subtle, constant pain indeed always existed but couldn’t compare to the subtle and continuous gnawing in my heart — a kind of indescribable, unbearable yet hard-to-admit complex emotion.

Seeing him finishing so soon, with nothing happening, I felt a bit disappointed.

Why is he being such a gentleman?

Who asked him to be such a gentleman?

Do I really have to become a "loose woman" and throw myself at him?

After drying my body, he changed to a clean towel and draped it over my shoulder, freeing a hand to hold it so it wouldn’t fall, then reminded, "Alright, let’s go."

We walked out of the bathroom together.

I couldn’t understand; with his status, he should have been attended to and taken care of all his life.

How did he become so adept at taking care of others?

Tender and meticulous, with seamless proficiency.

It seemed as if he’d been practiced for a long time.

Of course, I was too embarrassed to ask, just amazed in my heart, and at the same time, felt happy and moved.

After experiencing a highly unsuccessful relationship, meeting such a perfect man fully healed my wounded heart.

Daniel Carter brought clean clothes for me, placed them by the bed, "Take your time dressing, I’ll go tidy up the bathroom."

He deliberately stepped away, so I wouldn’t feel so constrained.

I blushed from head to toe like a boiled shrimp, and only managed a sound in my throat, completely voiceless.

He went into the bathroom, probably took a quick shower; after all, his clothes got soaked while helping me wash.

When he came out again, he was wearing a bathrobe.

"All set? I’ll help disinfect the wound on your wrist."

"All set."

I had finished dressing in pajamas, and my emotions had also settled somewhat.

Daniel Carter sat by the bed with a medical kit, raised one leg, and placed my arm on his knee for convenience.

His movements were gentle and slow, although using medical alcohol inevitably hurt, his attitude of cherishing me was enough to soothe all pain.

"How is it? If it hurts, cry out, you don’t have to endure." Seeing I was silent, he glanced up and asked with concern.

"It’s nothing; from childhood to now, getting hurt is commonplace for me; this pain I can endure." I smiled, answered self-deprecatingly.

I recalled last year when Adrian Gordon came to my studio to pester me, during our argument, the dress scissors fell and cut my arm.

When Daniel Carter found out, he felt incredibly distressed and specifically sent someone to deliver ointment.

And this time again, I got hurt by Adrian Gordon, yet Daniel Carter meticulously cared for me.

The difference is, now he is my boyfriend.

Questions that slipped through my heart surfaced again, I couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Why are you so good at taking care of people? Do you have experience?"

Daniel Carter smiled, after disinfecting, began to apply ointment.

"You want to ask if I gained experience from taking care of ex-girlfriends, right?"

"I didn’t ask it like that..."

Because he said he only had a brief relationship before, which ended without going deep, surely not reaching the level of taking care of each other.

Daniel Carter applied the medicine, leaned forward and gently blew, then casually explained, "Taking care of people doesn’t require experience, we’re adults, if there’s a desire to do something, you can naturally achieve it with time. It’s not about skill; it’s about sincerity."

I stared at him, moved again by his simple and unadorned answer.

Yes, what’s difficult about taking care of people?

It’s merely about whether there’s willingness.

Clearly, he’s willing, which is why he does it so earnestly and meticulously, with such care.

"Daniel Carter..." I couldn’t help but murmur.

"Hmm?"

"How can there be such a good man like you in the world, and I happened to encounter you." More sweet words escaped again, surely I’ve been influenced by him, now easily saying such cheesy things.

He smiled, placed my medicated hand down, and picked up my other hand placing it on his knee.

"Aren’t you good too? I think you’re also wonderful, even stronger and more disciplined than me. You need to know, in a family environment like yours, most kids would be problematic, even if they grew up safely, likely becoming little rebels — but you didn’t, you’re independent, resilient, kind, with proper values, how rare is that?"

As he spoke unhurriedly, he helped to disinfect and apply medicine.

I listened intently to his praise, completely ignoring the pain in my wrist.

"I am like a flower nurtured in fertile soil, growing well is only natural. Whereas you, have struggled to survive in barren or even toxic soil, yet bloomed beautifully."

He looked up at me, his lips showing a charming, elegant smile, "Tell me, between us, who’s more amazing?"

I stared at him, countless emotions surging within.

This is a man who understands me better than myself.

His affection for me is not based on appearance or physique.

It’s my soul.

Being able to say such words indicates that he indeed embraces all I’ve experienced, never having despised or underestimated it.

I stared at him, my lips twitched, couldn’t hold back; my eyes turned red, laughing while crying.

"Daniel Carter... Those things you say, what do you want me to do? I really... I don’t know what to do —"

The tangled, chaotic thoughts intertwining made my infatuation and gratitude for this man reach a climax instantly!

Besides giving myself completely, I couldn’t think of a better way to express my love within.

Disregarding he was still applying medicine to me, I muttered with emotion and suddenly hurled myself at him, kissing him haphazardly.

Daniel Carter was startled, hurriedly pushed the medical kit aside, "Lily... what do you mean by this?"

I didn’t answer, nor did I want to.

I didn’t know what it meant anyway; somehow felt I had to do something at the moment, or I’d regret it.

I clung to him, kissed randomly, my face’s tears also smeared all over his.