Perhaps because of her movement, he noticed her, and the man reached out, abruptly pulling away the trench coat covering her. In Daisy Ginger’s instinctively lifted gaze, he pinched her sharp chin and coldly mocked, "Daisy Ginger, are you afraid too?"
He was extremely furious at the moment, even the corners of his eyes seemed to emit sparks. Daisy Ginger slightly bit her lip, looking at the man’s fiercely sinister face, with a bit of a startled and frightened bird’s timidity.
There were still grass scratches on her body that hadn’t healed, burning with pain. The male’s aggressive aura brought her inexplicable palpitations. Daisy Ginger spoke in a low voice, "...I’d like to take a shower first... and then talk, is that okay?"
She was probably truly terrified, as her previously overbearing demeanor turned into a pale softness, speaking in a tone as if negotiating, with no intimidation at all.
Her hair was messy, her clothes untidy, with pinch marks from that little ruffian on her arms, turning purplish on her fair skin. Her clothes were torn, as if ripped by someone.
Every mark made one unable to control their temper.
Edward Stephens’s fingertips were slightly trembling, he clenched his hand and looked out the window, his voice raspy, "Go."
If she stayed before him any longer, he really didn’t know what he would do.
Daisy Ginger received the command and immediately jumped off the bed, hurriedly running past the man like a gust of wind, and hid in the bathroom.
It seemed the man standing in front of her was scarier than that little ruffian.
Slowly, the faint sound of the shower water started coming from the bathroom.
Edward Stephens listened to the sound of the water, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the window, lowering his head to slowly light it with a lighter, then took a strong drag.
His gaze was dark, still bearing traces of shadow.
His eyes skimmed over the room, which seemed extraordinarily shabby.
A few changes of clothes were hanging on the balcony, and there were hardly any pieces of furniture in the room, just one room and one living area, with no food on the table. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
But in the air, there was the scent of Daisy Ginger’s life.
She would rather stay in this shabby place than be with him.
The ash fell, burning his fingertip, and the man lowered his eyes, looking at the faint ash on his fingers, with gloomy eyes like clouds before a storm, growing increasingly somber.
In the air, the faint scent of shower gel gradually spread; he slowly flicked the ash off his fingers and stepped toward the bathroom door.
He reached out and pushed slightly, discovering the door was locked from the inside by Daisy Ginger. The man silently gave a mocking chuckle, applying slight force to slide open the bathroom lock.
He loosened his collar.
Daisy Ginger woke up exhausted, and it was already a starlit night.
The wooden bed was uncomfortable, even though she had laid several quilts on it.
She turned her head and saw a tall shadow sitting on the balcony, with the cold wind over the lake blowing the scarlet point flickering at his fingertips, the air filled with a faint smell of smoke.
The room was very dark, with only the light reflected from the lake, shimmering on the floor, and in the air, the breathing of two people was barely audible.
Daisy Ginger turned over, slightly biting her lip.
As if deliberately, he was merciless.