His lips gently touched hers a few times. Daisy Ginger looked at him in shock until Edward Stephens slowly raised his head, his deep gaze falling on her face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Daisy’s pupils constricted slightly for a moment. She was clearly a bit surprised. As Edward observed her expression, his gaze deepened, and his face lowered again...
When they parted, Daisy’s clear eyes were already brimming with a mist of tears.
She breathed in shallow gasps, her blurred vision reflecting the man’s profound eyes. All the chaotic thoughts in her mind were veiled by his presence, leaving her mind almost blank.
Daisy thought with some fear.
Edward knew about her illness.
She wanted to fire Nicholas Woods... No, she wanted to sue Nicholas Woods, that bastard, for lacking professional ethics by revealing her illness...
A hint of vicious hatred flashed in her eyes. Edward watched her face and reached out to hold her fingers, asking quietly, "What are you thinking?"
"..." Edward looked down at her.
Daisy crumbled under his gaze.
She turned her eyes away, struggling to sit up from the bed, lowering her head, trying to withdraw her hand from the man’s grasp.
Edward tightened his grip on her hand and asked again, "What are you thinking?"
Daisy kept her head down, her face buried in shadows, her voice somewhat hoarse.
"... If I’m a lunatic too, would you..." She paused, her throat feeling stuffed with cotton, unable to continue.
Edward extended his hand, pulling her frail body into his embrace.
Daisy buried her face in his chest and, for the first time, shed tears in front of him.
She asked quietly, "Edward, if I’m a lunatic too, would you leave me?"
Edward lifted his head, gazing at her trembling lips and fearful eyes. He gently wiped away her tears from the corner of her eyes.
"I would." His low voice resonated as he felt Daisy stiffen. Holding her wrist, he added, "So you need to get better."
Daisy’s tears streamed down her face as she murmured with a hint of despair, "It’s incurable."
"You will get better."
"Nicholas said separation would be enough." She looked at him, shaking her head slightly, "Edward, I don’t want to be separated. I don’t want to lose you again."
She was so fragile and endearing.
As beautiful as porcelain made of glass, seeming indestructible, yet if carelessly let go, it would shatter.
It must be held carefully, placed on the most ornate shelf, and dusted with velvet daily.
Edward whispered, "We won’t be apart."
"..." Daisy looked at him eagerly, fearing she might find loathing in his eyes.
She had seen too many lunatics; her mother, the patients at Greenhill Hospital, Emily Ginger, and even herself.
She knew how terrifying it was to lose control, and she dared not let Edward find out she was that kind of lunatic too. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Ian Linton’s orchestrated kidnapping brought out the most terrifying part of her. She thought she was already fine, so many years had passed, she hadn’t even seen Nicholas Woods again.
But it turned out, the breakdown inside her had always been hidden in her heart.
A single trigger could blast everything she now had to dust and ashes.
Who would love a lunatic?
Even Edward Stephens wouldn’t want to be with a lunatic, right?
Requesting recommendation votes. By the way, the book title has been changed, everyone get used to it.