Chapter 316 Birthday Party
Daphne’s father’s birthday party was scheduled for Saturday.
Lysander made a point to arrive a bit earlier than planned. The Everhart family’s servants were bustling with activity.
Daphne had changed into a purple dress, with her hair and makeup meticulously done, though she seemed listless and low on energy.
Seeing Lysander, Daphne perked up a bit. “Lysander, over here.”
Lysander walked over and handed her a gift box.
There was no need for excessive formalities between them. Daphne accepted it directly. “Wow, a Tudor watch? You really splurged.”
Lysander smiled. “It’s only fitting. By the way, you look a bit off. Didn’t sleep well?”
“Don’t get me started.” Daphne pointed at her purple dress. “See this?”
“Looks pretty good. Is it a new purchase?”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point, okay?”
“Then what’s the point?”
“My dad set me up! I was wondering before, isn’t sixty considered young for people nowadays? Why did he hold a birthday party? He’s not eighty or ninety. My dad exercises every day and runs fast than
me.”
“So what is the real reason for Mr. Everhart to hold a birthday party?”
Daphne looked like she was about to cry. “You guessed it, right?”
Lysander nodded, patting her hair in consolation. “Older folks tend to be traditional.”
“Ah…” Daphne sighed twice, then suddenly thought of something. “By the way, my dad said he invite Josiah, but he said he was injured and sent a gift instead. When did he get injured? What happened?”
Lysander awkwardly chuckled. “I don’t know.”
“He didn’t contact you?”
“I blocked him.”
“Huh, doesn’t seem like Josiah to give up so easily. It’s not his style.”
As they chatted, guests began arriving.
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As expected, Daphne was called over by her father, Rufus Everhart. He held her hand and led her around the entire venue, introducing her to every suitable young man they came across.
Rufus was enthusiastic, while Daphne was resigned.
Lysander found a corner, sipping orange juice slowly, while Daphne kept giving her desperate looks, hoping she would find an opportunity to help her escape from an undesirable situation.
But Rufus was deep in conversation, and it was awkward for Lysander to interrupt. She observed for a while but found no good opportunity.
Finally, when Rufus finished talking to one suitor and seemed to need a drink, he let go of Daphne’s hand to get some coffee.
Seizing the chance, Lysander was about to rescue Daphne when her wrist was grabbed.
“Just sit tight.”
Lysander turned around. She was puzzled upon seeing the familiar face. She glanced at Daphne, then back at him. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming?”
Josiah sat down next to her, adjusting his cuff. “Am I not allowed to be here?”
“No, it’s fine.”
As they were talking, more familiar faces arrived.
Howard pushed Molly in her wheelchair. They were both dressed formally. Seeing Lysander, they headed straight over. “Lysa… oh, Josiah, you’re here too.”
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