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He smiled and walked over casually to Danika’s side, sitting down like this was his house.
Danika’s eyebrows were furrowed: What was Eustace doing?
Christopher didn’t notice the animosity between the two. When he heard what Eustace said, he replied, ” You’re so polite, Mr. Quincey.”
“This will be my treat. Think of it as a welcoming gift for you,” Eustace said.
Christopher wanted to refuse, but then Eustace added, “Danika and I happen to be close, too. You probably wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“It might be inappropriate, Mr. Quincey. I was treating her tonight,” Christopher declined with his eyebrows knitted. Why hadn’t he noticed Mr. Quincey’s thick skin before?
It was as if Eustace hadn’t heard him. He smiled, saying, “Although Danika and I have divorced, I’ve always felt that there was still something going on between us. A second marriage might be on the way.”
Christopher felt like he understood why Eustace showed up. It was because of Danika. And judging by his words, he wanted to pursue her once more.
Why did he divorce her in the first place, then?
He didn’t know the reasons for this, but one thing was for sure, Danika did not seem to share the same sentiment.
“Is that so? I don’t think it’ll happen.”
Christopher chuckled softly and said, “Someone as brilliant as Dr. Zellweger could have better options.”
Better options?
Eustace’s face darkened.
They mocked each other with their words. Danika stared at the food before her, ignoring them completely. Just before they erupted into an actual fight, Danika looked up at them. “I’m not interested in either of you.”
They were speechless. She put down her utensils and said to Christopher, “You guys can continue. I’m done. I’m going home.”
“Danika…”
She had already left the booth. Christopher was a little frustrated. He shouldn’t have argued with Eustace. There was no point, and it made Danika upset.
Eustace, however, was in a good mood. He held up his glass and drank from it serenely. “Seems like you’re not her type, either.”
He was at ease now.
“That’s better than being her ex-husband.” Now that Danika was gone, Christopher did not hold himself back.
Eustace didn’t care. He was even a little happy. “At least I’m her ex-husband. You have nothing going on with her at all. So do yourself a favor and stop bothering her.”
“Who’s being the bother, exactly? Don’t pretend you’re innocent, Mr. Quincey.” Christopher scoffed and got up from his seat, not wanting to waste his time on him anymore.
After Christopher left, Eustace stayed in the booth. He sipped his drink, dwelling on his thoughts.
Back home, Danika washed her face, especially her lips. She quite nearly rubbed it off. “Go to hell, Eustace Quincey!” she yelled as she scrubbed her lips. She felt extremely upset. Ten minutes later, she left the bathroom and sat on the couch with her phone in hand. She called Gilbert.
Someone had to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
It had been a while. It was time to take down the Dickmans. Otherwise, they would think she had forgotten their crimes.
Over the phone, she told Gilbert about how she was going to work together with Max Pearson. Gilbert agreed with her on the alliance.
If they took down the Dickmans, they and the Pearsons would both benefit greatly. This was crucial right now.
Gilbert merely warned, “Is Max dependable? What if he’s working together with the Dickmans to lure us in?
Gilbert wasn’t being paranoid. Max didn’t have a good reputation. He was the type to do something like that.
Danika considered it for a while, then said, “Probably not. His desire to take down the Dickmans is greater.”
“Alright, I’ll take your word for it,” Gilbert said.
Danika was grateful. She knew that Gilbert didn’t actually have to risk working with the Pearsons. Even with slow planning, they could take down the Dickmans sooner or later. It would simply take longer.
But right now, she didn’t have the luxury of time.
She hung up. Danika tried to keep herself busy. If she rested, Eustace’s face would appear in her head, and she would gnash her teeth in hatred.
When Eustace got home, he was in no rush to walk into his house. He lingered outside Danika’s door, wanting to knock but not having the courage to do so.
Once he calmed himself down, he realized that he had probably gone too far. Would this make Danika hate him even more? He did not regret the kiss. It still lingered on his lips However, he felt uneasy. If this made Danika hate him more, it could throw their shaky relationship back to square one
He pondered it for a long time outside her door. In the end, he texted her. With no reply, he had no choice but to turn back and head home.
Danika had seen Eustace’s text, but she didn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say. On top of that, she didn’t want to pay him any attention, much less forgive him.
When she thought of Eustace living opposite her house and running into him any time she opened her door, she screamed inwardly.
She got up suddenly from her bed and packed up all her clothes. She couldn’t stay there anymore.
The next day, when she dragged her suitcase out of her house, she ran into Eustace. She couldn’t help groaning to herself about her bad luck. She didn’t look at him, wanting to leave. But Eustace’s gaze darted to her suitcase, and his face shifted. “Are you going on a trip?”
She didn’t answer. She was already at the elevator.
“Answer me.” Eustace’s face had darkened. He barricaded her, not planning to let her go if she didn’t tell him where she was going.
Danika was speechless. She looked up and glared at him. “Can’t I move out?”
“Why are you moving out? Don’t you like this place?” he asked.
She merely glanced at him and said calmly, “Perry Residence is great, except for the fact that someone I hate is my neighbor.”
She had spoken very directly. Eustace’s face could not be any sourer.
“Please let me pass, Mr. Quincey,” she said angrily. The elevator had arrived. Danika pushed the man before her, who had become something like a statue.
He didn’t let her pass. He stared at her for a long time before finally saying, “If you don’t want to see me, I’ll move out.”
Danika was dubious and a little disbelieving. “You’ll move?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll move into Quincey Mansion. I made you live there for two years alone. Sorry about that.”
Danika didn’t mind. When she heard that he would move, her spirits lifted considerably. “It’s alright. The mansion was actually really nice.”
Although Eustace had never visited in those two years, Danika had to admit that her years spent in that mansion were pretty good.
“Is that so?” Eustace raised an eyebrow and said, “If you like it, you can live there any time.”
Danika laughed awkwardly. She would go crazy before she lived there again.
Eustace didn’t think she would live there, anyway. It was all talk. “I’ll help you with that.”
“There’s no need…” Right as she declined, he took the suitcase. Danika could only watch helplessly as he carried the suitcase to her house.
The door opened, and he carried it in. “Have you eaten breakfast?”*
She shook her head. She busied herself with moving out right after she woke up. How could she have the time for breakfast?
“I’ll make it. What do you want to eat?” he said, walking toward the kitchen. Danika was still too shocked to say anything. “Are you okay with toast?” he asked, popping his head out from the kitchen.