Daisy Ginger walked out of the corridor with a somber expression.
The shoulder pinched by Ian Linton throbbed with an aching pain. She raised her hand and gently rubbed it a few times, cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
Damn it, could he have cracked a bone?
She managed to move her shoulder a bit. When the pain subsided, she slowly walked over.
Edward Stephens leaned against the counter, tall and graceful. From afar, he saw her and began walking towards her.
Daisy stopped in her tracks, watching Edward approach.
She tilted her head up, looking at the man’s perfect face under the light.
As he reached her side, he naturally took the bag hanging on her arm and asked, "Why were you in there for so long?" He glanced at her face, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What’s wrong with you?"
Daisy shook her head: "It’s nothing. Just a bit of an upset stomach, had a long time in the bathroom."
Edward glanced at her somewhat pale face. Without suspecting anything else, he asked the waiter to bring a cup of warm water for her to take away.
Daisy held the water, lowered her head, and took a sip.
For some reason, she lowered her eyes, couldn’t help it, and chuckled softly.
"Cheap" or "disappointed," she had always lived for herself.
Lived for her own desires.
What did others’ opinions have to do with her?
No one shared her loneliness and despair during those eight years of waiting for him, so who had the right to criticize her attachment and reluctance to let go?
He was the one who risked everything for her, the one who ignited fireworks all over the city for her, the one who gambled his life for her. Who could say that every man in this world would do that for her?
No one else could do these things for her, only he could.
Only Edward Stephens was willing to risk his life to save her, only him.
His memory loss was also because of her, and no matter how ruthless he was to her now, it wasn’t as harsh as the knife that pierced him back then.
Even returning a life to him was justified, what was there not worth it?
Who did Ian Linton think he was, what right did he have to point fingers at her relationship with Edward?
Daisy slowly took another sip of water and handed the glass back to Edward.
The man took it and tossed it into the trash can.
Once he did that, Daisy said crisply:
"Edward, I want some milk tea."
Edward said, "Didn’t you say your stomach was upset?"
"How can you be so silly," Daisy said, "You can buy it hot."
This was the first request Daisy had made to him in days. Edward thought for a moment and felt he should fulfill it.
He nodded, "What flavor do you want?"
"Strawberry." Daisy pointed to the milk tea shop ten meters away, "If you buy it for me, I’ll let you sleep in my room tonight."
"..." Edward looked at the popular milk tea shop not far away, then at Daisy standing before him with her chin raised. After weighing his options, he sighed and turned to join the line.
Daisy watched as the man, frowning, joined the end of the line. The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Under the streetlights, the man’s handsome outline was perfectly visible. Most of the people in line at the milk tea shop were young girls. As he walked over, they all turned their heads to sneak a look at him, making the man’s face grow darker and his frown deepen.
Yet he still stood there patiently, buying her the milk tea.
Daisy watched for a while, sighed softly, and smiled with a bit of helplessness.
So be it, allow him to slowly fall in love with her, seeing as he was queuing up to buy her milk tea.