"I’ve been hospitalized recently and haven’t had the chance to go home." Daisy Ginger smiled as she accepted the invitation. Her features were as delicate as a painting, and the smile on her face was so genuine that there was no trace of inappropriateness. "I will definitely attend the engagement party, Ian, and I wish you a happy marriage."
Ian Linton nodded gracefully, his smile generous. The two of them shook hands, and Daisy stood still, watching Ian leave.
Edward Stephens’ car remained parked, and from start to finish, he didn’t glance at them once.
Daisy opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, crossed her legs, and lit a cigarette.
Outside the window, the traffic roared, while inside the car was as quiet as still water. Daisy suddenly laughed hoarsely, "With my sister’s pace, she might really have two kids in three years. Edward, wouldn’t you agree?"
Edward gave her a glance but didn’t respond, driving the car forward instead.
Yet Daisy seemed as if she had told a funny joke, continuing to laugh with a low, hoarse voice.
Her throat hadn’t fully recovered, her voice wasn’t as soft as it usually was, slightly hoarse and a bit unclear.
After a while, she quieted down, with a cigarette between her fingers, resting her chin on her hand, looking out the window.
The cool breeze came gently, and Daisy’s expression gradually calmed and softened.
The joy and excitement of the past few days seemed to fade away in Edward’s current silence.
[I seem to have become overconfident.]
The thought surfaced clearly in her mind.
In the days alone with Edward, she had the illusion of having monopolized this man.
Thought their feelings were mutual.
Throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Daisy closed her eyes. Her fair face now turned even paler, revealing a hint of fragile exhaustion.
She wanted to ask him, did he really like her that much?
Did a few months together really make him fall in love with another woman?
Is love such a cheap thing?
But she was afraid that she couldn’t help but laugh when she asked.
When you told me to wait for you, why didn’t you tell me there was a risk you’d fall for someone else?
You didn’t even give me a time frame, just left me waiting for eight years.
Had I known it would end , I surely wouldn’t... have waited for you.
Daisy propped her arm on her knee, curling her legs, and finally couldn’t help but laugh.
She asked, "You like her so much, but do you know that your encounter was just her plan?"
What life-saving benefactor, what love at first sight, was merely a play acted by Abigail Perry’s arrangement.
How could Edward, being so smart, fall for a woman who plotted against him?
The man’s voice was cold and unfeeling, as he gazed ahead and asked calmly, "What does it have to do with you?"
All efforts to please and cherish failed with this one sentence.
Daisy said softly, "Edward, let’s stop here."
Edward stopped the car and opened the door.
"I’ll give you half a month to get over this heartbreak." Daisy lit another cigarette, lowered her head to take a drag, and spoke with a low, hoarse, and steady voice without any emotional fluctuation. "I hope you’ll fulfill your duties as a husband in the future."
She got out of the car and stood on the gradually darkening street, watching the man’s car fade from her sight.
At the bustling street corner, she stood for a long time until the ash on her cold fingertips burned out, then slowly lowered her head and smiled lightly.
Edward Stephens, you know very well that I’ll always forgive you.
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