Daisy Ginger was being stared at by his crazed eyes, feeling a chill running down her spine.
"Ian Linton, are you drunk?!" She struggled a bit, his fingers clamped down on her shoulder as if trying to dismantle her bones, causing her to wince in pain.
But her strength was pitifully insignificant compared to the man’s violent strength; she couldn’t shake off the force he was exerting on her.
Daisy was a bit anxious and also a bit scared, she shouted sharply, "Ian Linton, let go! If you keep this up, I’ll call for help!"
Her words seemed to stimulate Ian Linton even more, his bloodshot eyes reflecting an unreadable light, speaking to her with an indescribable tone: "Daisy Ginger, I cherish you so much... and yet you willingly degrade yourself! How could you fall so low? You disappoint me deeply, you really disappoint me..."
Listening to him repeatedly say she "degraded" herself and that she "disappoints" him, Daisy couldn’t understand when she ever gave him "hope," nor did she know what he meant by "degrading." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
Is not meeting his so-called expectations considered "degrading"?
Daisy pressed her lips together, looking at Ian Linton, trying to calm him down: "Ian, calm down first, can we talk things over? The way you are now... it’s really hard for me to talk to you."
She felt that her shoulder bones were starting to swell; by then, there might be two distinct finger marks.
These days, it was unclear what kind of stimulation he suffered to have turned into this...
Ultimately, Daisy just couldn’t immediately accept that the gentle, sometimes shyly smiling young man was the same person as this frenzied, irritable man.
Sure enough, Ian Linton slowly calmed down, the redness in his eyes gradually fading; he loosened his grip on her, looking at her with reddened eyes, somewhat lost and disappointed.
He asked in a low voice, "...Why not divorce?"
Daisy was slightly stunned; she hadn’t expected him to ask that question.
Ian Linton looked down, his too-long bangs hanging down, obscuring his expression, only his deep, gloomy voice coming from the dim corner.
"...To what extent must it reach for you to give up... He has repeatedly abandoned you, hurting you , can’t you see he doesn’t truly love you at all! Just takes you out, buys you a few pieces of jewelry; any man in the world can do that for you!"
"Daisy Ginger, you disappoint me so much, I didn’t know... you were so cheap..."
"He insults you , and you still forgive him, where is your dignity? Where is your dignity!"
Summoning a strength from somewhere, Daisy pushed him away forcefully.
Ian Linton, caught off guard, stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground.
He raised his head, looking desolately at her, his gaze obsessive and crazed.
Daisy took a few steps away, walking into the light, then turned around, looking at the man sitting silently on the ground.
Her expression turned stern, she only asked, "Ian Linton, can you die for me?"
Ian Linton’s tightly pressed lips quivered slightly, his eyes fixed on her, lightly trembling.
Daisy stepped back, "That’s the answer."
After saying that, she didn’t look at his expression again, silently walking out from around the corner.