His eyes held shadows like ink, enveloping his brown pupils, like a swirling vortex, making him look faintly mad.
Daisy said, "I have always been myself."
"The perfect woman you imagine is just a fantasy you’ve crafted, with embellishments and exaggerations. Don’t absurdly impose those ideas on me; it’s very childish and makes you seem immature."
Ian Linton smiled faintly, as if indifferent.
This person was stubbornly biased, possessed with a mania that couldn’t be reasoned with in just a few words.
Ian Linton stood before her, gazing deeply at her.
His expression gradually turned gentle and affectionate, the shadows in his pupils dispersed, revealing a clear gaze that made Daisy unconsciously recall the first time they met.
The boy, as gentle as jade, in white clothes and black pants, stood before the elders, giving her a shy, gentle smile.
He was a few months younger than her and had entered school a year later. She had always regarded him as a junior, never imagining that behind his serene appearance lay such obsessive and twisted feelings. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
She felt somewhat sad and a bit regretful, withdrawing her gaze and sighing softly.
"Ian... all these years, you’ve always been the junior I treasured most."
Ian said lightly, "That was just the side I wanted you to see. Do you really understand what kind of person I am?"
His words left Daisy speechless.
"But I don’t blame you for this." Ian lowered his eyes to look at her, "You like that side, so I pretended for you. If it weren’t for Edward Stephens returning, I think I could make you happy like that for a lifetime."
Daisy furrowed her brows slightly, turning her head to look at the distant coast. Someone with such feelings had plotted meticulously to be kind to her, and yet this kindness ultimately hurt her.
She no longer had the heart to correct Ian’s thinking. Things had developed to this point and were no longer really connected to her.
Everything was just Ian’s own presumption.
She was never the unique goddess he imagined. She was just an ordinary person, who also felt lonely, also felt desolate, also compromised for the people she liked, who also cried, also laughed, nothing more typical, nothing more ordinary.
Ian pushed her around the island for a stroll.
This isolated island stood alone, but standing on the shore, one could see the indistinct skyscrapers in the distance. She thought she should not have been taken out of Banyan City.
However, given her current crippled leg, she couldn’t hope to escape from this island.
Daisy calculated in her mind while observing her surroundings.
Finally, she sighed regretfully.
As dusk fell, Ian pushed her back to the villa’s living room, lifting her onto the sofa, gently saying to her, "Director Ginger, I’ll go make dinner first. If you’re bored, you can watch some TV."
Daisy looked up at him, "How long do you plan to keep me here?"
"I don’t think it will be long," Ian replied, his gentle eyes fixed on her face, "I would like to stay with you as long as possible, but sometimes, farewells come sooner than we imagine."
Daisy furrowed her brows, looking at his composed expression, pursed her lips slightly, and couldn’t help but ask, "Ian, what exactly are you planning?"