This sentence was spoken with deep emotion and innocence.
It sounds, perhaps, even more heart-melting than "I love you."
Daisy Ginger smiled at him distantly, "Mr. Stephens, don’t joke around. If you only have me, then everyone in the world is a pauper." The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
Edward Stephens gazed at her seemingly unfeeling expression, and it seemed he also smiled a little. He gently stroked her face and said softly, "Daisy, you are more ruthless than I imagined."
Daisy thought, when it became his place to call her ruthless?
"When you and your mother teamed up to deceive me, did you never think about pitying me?" Daisy said softly, "You both clearly knew what kind of life I’ve been living these years, how long I’ve been waiting for him. You both knew."
Clearly, it was the Stephens family who were heartless—one lied to her to save his son for an entire year, and the other planned to deceive her for a lifetime.
She couldn’t imagine how she would have lived this life in bewilderment without Robert Stephens, just like that, with the wrong person, loving for a lifetime, bearing children, like a fool.
Her self-esteem and her entire being could not accept such manipulation.
Edward looked at her and smiled lightly, appearing detached and indifferent.
"It seems that you’ve ignored everything I’ve done for you this year." He gazed at Daisy’s stubbornly pale face, raised his hand, and tapped her heart, "No matter, I have time to keep at it with you. You’d better hold onto him for a lifetime." He smiled at her, and within the smile, there was a faintly reckless assuredness.
Daisy pressed her lips together, looking at his dazzling face and stepping back slightly, thinking to herself, how could he have such a different personality with the same face?
What kind of blind person was she before, to mistake a wolf for a sheep?
Daisy said nothing, feeling a faint pain where he’d tapped her. She glanced at Edward, pressed her lips, and turned to leave.
Edward said he would send her away; it must be that his conflict with Robert Stephens had reached a boiling point. He feared Robert would harm her and unwillingly sent her back to Banyan City.
On the way back, Charlotte Smith accompanied her.
This seemed to be an agreement reached between Robert Stephens and Edward Stephens.
Even though Daisy didn’t want to, she had no room for resistance between those two men.
After being confined for half a month, she was finally able to go back, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
When heading to the Los Angeles airport, Edward personally drove her there.
Throughout the ride, Daisy was very silent, as music from an unknown French singer flowed in the car, and for once, there was little conversation between the two.
After more than four hours of driving, Daisy was jostled on the road, drowsy, and nearly fell asleep.
Finally, they arrived.
She had no luggage and was about to step out with her passport when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, pulling her back.
Reflexively, she turned around and was met with the man’s deep eyes. Her waist was embraced, and she was pressed against the seat by his warm, masculine body.
"Edward..." she couldn’t help frowning, inhaling the faint scent of his hormones, her fingers resting on his chest, "What are you doing?"
"Suddenly, I don’t want to let you go back," he whispered in her ear, "I always feel if I let you go back, you’ll be disobedient again."
The problem with being too familiar with each other’s scents is this: although she knew he wasn’t that person, her body had already gotten used to his invasion, so much so that even when he pressed down, the cells within her were too lazy to resist his approach.