The man’s voice rang out softly, neither cold nor warm, with no trace of emotion.
Daisy Ginger finally realized the abnormality in his tone, looked up at his face, and couldn’t help but shiver.
The man asked again, his voice icy.
Daisy pressed her lips together. There was resentment in her eyes, but more so, an indescribable fear. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Life had become chaotic.
She felt as if she had accidentally fallen into a nightmare.
The story was absurd, so absurd it was appalling, it would sound ridiculous if recounted to others.
How could there be two Edward Stephens in this world?
How could Lady Stephens deceive her ?
In this past year, exactly what kind of lie had she wasted her life on, like a fool, being played around by so many people?
She didn’t even dare to recall the past; every minute, every second she spent with this man felt like a joke.
Without a word, Daisy Ginger remained silent. The man raised his eyes, gazed at her pale, translucent face, then slowly lifted his foot, stepping toward her.
As he approached, Daisy couldn’t help but step back.
"Don’t come near." She didn’t even dare to look at his face. Her voice trembled, "Don’t come near me!"
The coldness in the man’s eyes intensified. Watching Daisy’s resistant expression, he walked over, pulled her out from under the tree, and despite her struggles, lifted her up horizontally and carried her on his shoulder.
The man was strong, effortlessly carrying her face down on his shoulder, taking her away in front of everyone’s eyes.
Though Daisy was close to breaking down, the upbringing she had received over the years instinctively made her reluctant to disgrace herself in front of others. She had to quieten down, allowing Edward Stephens to take her back to the villa.
She was sent back to that guest room again.
Daisy was thrown onto the bed, dizzy from the journey, she lay on the bedding, gagging and gasping for breath.
The sky had darkened, in the deep, velvety blue shadows only her breathing could be heard.
Tears flowed from Daisy’s eyes, dropping onto the handcrafted silk cyan bedding, spreading into tiny ink stains.
"Let me go, just let me go." She said quietly, "No matter how bad I am, at least I saved your life."
The man responded softly, "Didn’t I save you too?"
"So... we’re even." She lifted her head to look at him, "We owe each other nothing, right?"
"Even?" He stepped closer, looking down at her, at her slightly trembling lips, "Who decided that? You?"
"..." Daisy bit her lip, looking at the face before her.
The face that had been coated with an illusory glow of past memories was now clearly displayed in front of her.
Although they looked exactly alike, the curve of the smile, the glint in the corner of the eye, any slight expression were all different.
Why hadn’t she recognized it before?
Clearly, it was a stranger, how was she so easily deceived?
Perhaps the fear in her eyes was too apparent, as the man watched her, his icy gaze finally softened. He raised his hand, gently caressed her cold face, and said softly, "...Don’t look at me like that."
He pressed his hand over her eyes, feeling her long lashes dampen his palm with tears.
"You took my hand first; you can’t abandon me when I’ve given up everything for you."
"Daisy Ginger, I won’t divorce."