?Chapter 1073:


    Cedric smiled. “Please, don’t mind me. Go on with your work; I’m not ready to sleep just yet.”


    Acknowledging his words with a nod, Dani turned her attention back to her tasks.


    Elite Lux had once thrived on its innovative and exceptional fashion designs. Now, with thepany’s influence fading, Dani was determined to restore its glory through her creative vision.


    Over thest three years, thepany’s various side businesses had drifted without clear leadership. Dani knew she had to streamline these operations, but that would have to wait until after the uing fashion show.


    There was no doubt about it: Dani was swamped.


    She bent over her desk, absorbed in the sketches sprawling across the nk paper in front of her. From his quiet corner, Cedric observed her intently.


    It had been three years since he was this close to Dani. She seemed leaner now, her features sharpened by an almost palpable coldness. This new aura she carried was a blend of distance, indifference, and clinical detachment.


    She had always worn a faint smile—sometimes real, sometimes an illusion. One moment, she glowed; the next, her expression dripped with quiet mockery. Yet despite everything, she radiated energy and enthusiasm.


    Now, however, she was serene and mysterious, like a tranquil, undisturbed ocean. Cedric felt a sharp twinge of sorrow.


    As breakfast approached, the snow nketed every inch of Olisvine. Cedric handed Dani a steaming cup of coffee. “You’re on the mend, but rest is still crucial.”


    Dani set aside her pen and subconsciously massaged her neck. “I know you’ve been hurt too. You don’t need to stay here on my ount. There are others around. Nothing will go wrong.”


    Cedric gave a small, somewhat sheepish smile. “I’m a bit concerned, honestly.”


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    Dani’s brow furrowed in surprise.


    In her mind, the past three years were a blur, with only a vague recollection of Cedric’s presence in the corporate sphere.


    He had been icy, merciless, cunning, and distant. Yet the man in front of her bore no resemnce to that image—not the slightest hint. It was unexpected for Dani to hear him express concern.


    “Back in the day,” Dani began, pausing for a moment. Seeing Cedric’s content expression, a sudden urge to brighten his mood overcame her. “We were quite close, weren’t we?”


    Cedric nodded firmly, his response resolute. “Absolutely. We were very close.”


    A grin yed on Dani’s lips. “You must have really spoiled me back then. Contrary to appearances, I’m not all that soft-hearted.”


    Her self-awareness of her own distant and guarded nature was clear. Cedric chose not to contest her words, simply offering a warm, knowing smile in return.


    Comforted by his understanding, Dani resumed her work, her pen dancing confidently across the paper. Cedric, meanwhile, stole a nce at the time—it was 8 a.m. He went downstairs to prepare breakfast and handed it to Dani, who remained deeply engrossed in her sketches, her focus unbroken by his presence.


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