The air had a faint, piercing sll of smoke.
Daisy Ginger smoked a cigarette for a pick--up while chatting with Oliver Rubio about work matters.
Soon, the two of them got off the elevator and walked out from the front door.
Edward Stephens had been waiting for Daisy to appear, and finally seeing her, he sighed in relief, got out of the car, and called her na: "Daisy."
Daisy acted as if she hadn’t heard him at all, turning her head to continue chatting with Oliver as they walked toward the parking lot.
Watching the two of them walking side by side, Edward’s temple throbbed—there were only the three of them in this dimly lit place. If Daisy didn’t hear him calling her, it must be a ghost.
He walked over, grabbed Daisy’s arm from behind, and said in a deep voice, "Can you not do this?"
Daisy stopped and finally turned around, the faint scent of smoke still lingering on her, slling a bit sharp and bitter. Her calm gaze fell on Edward, her pale face, under the streetlight, looking indescribably cold and indifferent.
"Speak," she said calmly, "Finish here, I want to go ho."
"Yesterday I..."
"Went to see Emily, right?" Daisy interrupted him, "I heard from your mother. Is she okay now?"
"..." Edward paused, looking at Daisy’s expression, feeling that Daisy was right, yet sohow wrong. He couldn’t help but frown, "Didn’t you see my ssage?"
"No, I didn’t. What about it? I don’t have that much ti to waste on you." She couldn’t help but laugh, reaching into her pocket for a cigarette, but before she could put it in her mouth, Edward snatched it away and threw it on the ground.
"Can you just listen to finish?" Edward frowned with a hint of impatience, holding her arm tightly. The thick sll of tobacco on her was pungent, making him wonder how much she had smoked that day.
Daisy showed no change in expression when her cigarette was thrown away. Her pale face seed to be wearing a mask, revealing none of her true emotions, her attitude toward him chanized, gentle yet distant.
She looked at him calmly, saying indifferently, "Go ahead, I’m listening."
Edward glanced at Oliver standing beside her, not wanting soone to eavesdrop on his private matters with Daisy, and said softly, "Let’s talk in the car."
Daisy remained unmoved, slightly raising her chin, responding coldly, "I said, whatever you have to say, say it here. If not, I’m going ho."
Edward’s frown deepened as he looked at Daisy’s icy and indifferent expression, feeling a kind of defeat for the first ti in his life.
He said, "I did go to Emily’s, but..."
Before he could finish, Daisy coldly interrupted him.
Daisy: "I already know about that. Try another topic."
Edward: "..."
"Nothing else to say?" Daisy tilted her head slightly, glanced at him, then snorted softly, trying to pull her arm free from his grip.
Edward held on, not letting go.
He frowned at her, finding Daisy unreasonable, stubborn, and cold, unable to discern what she was thinking.
Edward said, "If you’re mad, take it out on . I was wrong last night, but..."
Daisy: "Oliver, call the police."
Edward’s voice paused.
Daisy looked at him coldly, "Tell them soone is assaulting people on the street, have them co imdiately."
Edward, the "soone assaulting people on the street": "......"
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