If it’s really that painful, why not let go?
These words, like a needle, pierced into Daisy Ginger’s mind, first awakening her subconscious.
Her mind was unclear, but her refusal was strong and decisive. She looked at the man’s face in front of her, her voice hoarse: "No one has the right to tell me to give up on you, Edward Stephens, you told me to wait for you, what gives you the right!"
Ian Linton raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching her cheek, but his tone was calm, "But he doesn’t love you at all."
"..." Daisy Ginger was slightly stunned, her eyes, seemingly filled with mist, opened wide for a moment, carrying confusion and intense pain.
"Everyone sees it, Edward Stephens doesn’t love you." Ian Linton said indifferently, "Everyone sees it, can’t you see it?"
"..." These words filled Daisy Ginger’s pride with shame. For someone so proud and confident, the word arrogance was almost carved into her bones. The thought of how many people mocked her relationship with Edward Stephens behind her back made her so uncomfortable that she wished she could tear their mouths apart. She leaned closer, grabbing Ian Linton’s collar, her unfocused eyes still arrogantly lifting her chin, defiantly saying, "I don’t care. Let them say whatever they want, I don’t care."
"..." Ian Linton looked at her demeanor and finally couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his thumb wiping across her cheek, gently calling her name: "Director Ginger..."
He gazed intently at her face, his light brown eyes gradually deepening, like the spreading fog in winter, masking all his gentle emotions.
He smoothed her hair and then said, "Director Ginger, let me take you home."
Daisy Ginger was slumped in the passenger seat. She wasn’t very drunk, so her reason was still intact, but rationality was eroded by alcohol, her logic impaired, unable to speak clearly, her emotions unmanageable.
The alcohol made her sad. She slowly gathered her slender legs, curling up in the passenger seat, softly responding: "Hmm."
Ian Linton turned the car around and drove toward her residence in the city center.
After being quiet for a while, Daisy Ginger whispered, "I want to smoke. Do you have cigarettes with you?"
Ian Linton glanced at her expression, his voice gentle: "Director Ginger, you should smoke less."
Daisy Ginger was unhappy, pursing her lips, "None of your business."
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Ian Linton found that talking to a drunken Daisy Ginger was a very pleasant thing.
Hmm... she’s much cuter than when she’s sober.
He smirked and deliberately pulled out a cigarette to tease her: "Find which end is the burning end, and I’ll give this cigarette to you."
Daisy Ginger crouched in the passenger seat, squinting like a cat, holding the slim cigarette and looking at it. After a while, she confidently grabbed one end and said to Ian Linton, "This side!"
Ian Linton gently said, "Wrong."
He took the cigarette back, "I told you, you’d burn yourself."
Daisy Ginger was very dissatisfied, the alcohol preventing her from managing her emotions. She reached out with a competitive spirit: "Again!"
Ian Linton reached out, grabbing her slender fingers, glanced down at her, unable to hold back a laugh: "Director Ginger..."
He lowered his head and, smiling, kissed Daisy Ginger’s fingertip.