Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 22-1

Chapter 22

"Mr. Charrington has arrived," the servant reported nervously to Howard and Vivian, his voice trembling.

"Ivan, go greet David right away," Howard said as he and Vivian headed for the door.

Without wasting a second, Ivan rushed out to escort David in.

As Howard and Vivian stepped outside, they froze in shock at the sight of more than a dozen cars rolling in slowly. It felt less like a visit and more like an invasion.

A bodyguard respectfully opened the door of a sleek Rolls-Royce, and David stepped out. His sharp, perfectly tailored suit added to his already imposing aura.

One by one, the other car doors swung open, and bodyguards began unloading an array of clothes, shoes, and bags. They carried the items straight into the living room, which was already filled to the brim with gifts from Vivian.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Darling," David said with a calm smile.

Howard and Vivian exchanged a stunned glance before Howard finally managed to ask, "David, what is all this?"

"Just a few things I picked up for Danielle," David said casually.

Vivian stepped forward, her tone graceful but firm. "David, you already brought so many extravagant gifts yesterday. This is really too much. Please, just bring yourself next time. That’s all we need."

David waved it off effortlessly. "Danielle’s my fiancée. It’s only natural I’d buy her a few things."

Howard chuckled to break the tension. "Well, no sense standing around here. Come in, and let’s talk."

As they stepped inside, Danielle appeared at the top of the staircase. Her delicate features, red lips, and perfectly proportioned figure immediately caught David’s eye. Her bright, starry eyes held his attention. Every little movement seemed effortlessly graceful.

"Danielle, come down. David’s here," Vivian called warmly.

Danielle hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the living room, now overflowing with new clothes. Jason had warned her, but seeing it for herself left her stunned.

Vivian smiled, trying to ease her surprise. "Sweetheart, the clothes over here are from your father and me. The rest are from David."

Danielle turned to David, raising an eyebrow. "Why did you buy all this?"

David’s expression was calm and confident. "You’re my fiancée. What’s mine is yours."

Danielle felt he was taking things a little too seriously, so she just gave him a faint smile and didn’t say more.