Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 339: I’ll Take More Picture For You

Meanwhile, Daniel was at the Wilson residence, feeling guilty for hurting her. He was also trying to hide his injuries from her, so he stayed home. But being stuck there felt boring and miserable.

When he tapped on the voice message, Chantelle’s bright laughter echoed through the quiet living room.

Her voice felt like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. It warmed him in a way he hadn’t expected, and he didn’t even realize she was laughing at his photo.

"If you like it that much, I’ll take more pictures for you," he almost said without thinking.

If Philip had heard that, he would’ve definitely laughed out loud. Daniel was being so overly sweet and his voice actually sounded a little cringe.

"Mr. Wilson, did you hit your head or something?" Chantelle said in a voice message, still trying not to burst into laughter.

Daniel was calmer now, but he couldn’t hide how happy he was that Chantelle was reaching out to him.

"Thank you for your concern, my wife. I’m doing fine," he replied.

Chantelle rolled her eyes when she heard that. Then she asked, "Are you really tying the knot with the Nelsen family?"

Daniel felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him. He replied softly, "It’s true my mom once made a marriage deal with Camille’s mom, but since I chose to marry you, that deal doesn’t matter anymore."

"Then what about the rumors online?" Chantelle asked. She didn’t fully believe Daniel was really getting engaged to Camille, but she was curious why he had released that announcement under the Wilson Group’s name.

"Camille’s always causing trouble for you. If she gets married soon, maybe she’ll stop doing stupid things to upset you."

Chantelle let out a small laugh. "You really think you can decide the marriage of the Nelsen family’s only daughter just like that?"

Daniel’s voice rose slightly. He was clearly pissed off. "Don’t you believe me?"

Chantelle didn’t say anything in response. Daniel went on, "You’ll see how it all turns out by the end of the month."

"I really hope things work according to your plan," Chantelle said. "But if they don’t, I won’t be able to hold back when it comes to Ms. Nelsen. Don’t try to defend her later if I lose my temper."

Lately, Chantelle had been too busy to deal with Camille, who kept hovering around her like a pesky fly. But now that she had some free time, she was more than ready to strike back if Camille dared to push her again.

"I’ll only ever fall for one woman in my life," Daniel said. "And that’s you."

Chantelle felt her skin tingle. "Mr. Wilson, stop blurting out those cheesy lines."

Daniel, who had just read another line from his cheesy pick-up line book, was utterly stunned.

"It’s never too late to be romantic. How can you call this cheesy?" he asked, sounding serious.

"Please," Chantelle groaned. "Just say something normal for once."

"I promise I’ll always be your favorite person," he quickly added.

He was still quoting from the book, and it was painfully awkward.

Even if Chantelle had to look at his dangerously handsome face while hearing it, she still wouldn’t be able to hide her disgust. Hearing it over the phone made it even worse.

So, Chantelle hung up the call abruptly.

Daniel stared at his phone, confused. He couldn’t believe she had ended the call just like that. Still holding the book of cheesy pick-up lines, he went to Stephanie’s room.

"Baby, I don’t think your mommy likes this book," he said, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Daddy... please don’t tell me you were actually reading from that book?" Stephanie’s eyes went wide. She silently hoped he’d say no.

But Daniel nodded without hesitation. "Why? Are you saying I shouldn’t be reading these lines out loud?"

"Daddy, your confession only feels real if it comes from your heart," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "That book is just a guide. If you just read from it, Mommy’s definitely going to be creeped out."

Daniel knew that already. But he had a sharp memory. After reading the book once, he had memorized most of the lines. So when he talked to Chantelle, those cheesy lines just slipped out without him even realizing it.

"Forget it, Daddy," Stephanie sighed. She patted his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. "You’re better off going back to your cold, handsome image."

Not long after, a top photography team arrived at the Wilson residence.

They stood stiffly in the grand hall, looking nervous and anxious. When Daniel showed up with visible injuries, they were completely stunned. Terrified was an understatement.

The photographers knew exactly who they were dealing with. One word from this man, and their careers could be over. Losing their jobs was just the beginning and surviving in the industry would be impossible.

"Daddy wants to do a photoshoot," Stephanie quickly explained on behalf of Daniel. "Make the photos look natural, like candid shots."

One of the photographers finally gathered the courage to speak. "May I ask what the photos are for, Mr. Wilson?"

But as soon as he asked, Daniel shot him a cold glare. The man quickly looked down, wishing he could disappear.

Stephanie grabbed Daniel’s shirt and whispered, "Daddy, why do you look so scary? You’re freaking them out."

"My head hurts," Daniel replied honestly. "It even hurts to smile."

"Then how are you supposed to smile in the shoot later?" Stephanie asked.

"Can’t I just not smile?" Daniel replied. He felt more comfortable keeping his usual cold expression.

"Mommy’s already tired of that same serious face," Stephanie said, trying to be patient. "You need to show her a different side of you."

Daniel thought about it and realized she had a point. If he stayed too serious all the time, it might remind Chantelle of the past, and not in a good way.

"We’ll do it your way, Steph," he said at last.

Daniel finally talked to the team, but instead of easing the tension, it only made everyone more nervous.

Who would dare be his stylist? Who had the courage to touch his hair or do his makeup?

"Stephanie, would you like to try doing Mr. Wilson’s makeup?" one of the makeup artists asked, hoping to score points with her after hearing the butler call her by name.

She hadn’t even wrapped her head around the fact that the famous Stephanie was actually Mr. Wilson’s daughter, and now, she had to be his makeup artist.

It was going to be a long day.

"I don’t need makeup," Daniel said flatly. He knew Stephanie was terrible at it, so he turned it down instantly.

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