In the distance, a black car drove towards her, and Emily Ginger was caught in the headlights. For a mont, she felt like a frog on a dissection table, shivering uncontrollably.
The car passed by and drove away into the distance; it turned out to be a stranger’s vehicle.
She lifted her head and looked desperately at the brightly lit villa ahead of her, knowing Edward Stephens was there on the third floor, where the lights were on. He could save her from this urgent crisis; he surely wouldn’t abandon her...
But she no longer had ti to beg Daisy Ginger to let her in to find him...
Emily Ginger’s gaze slowly returned to where she had seen Daisy’s icy deanor. Her pale lips moved slightly, but in the end, she said nothing, slowly turning around, her slender figure gradually disappearing into the dark rainy mist.
Daisy Ginger crossed her arms and stood under the eaves, watching her sister’s retreating back for a mont, her brow furrowed.
What was she up to?
And Ian Linton? Why let her out in the rain?
Daisy instinctively felt sothing was amiss, yet her ingrained dislike made it impossible to be gentler to her sister. Turning around, she was about to call a driver to take Emily back, but stopped abruptly when she saw him standing in the living room.
The man, with a solemn face, grabbed an umbrella from the doorway and steadily walked outside.
Daisy lowered her gaze, watching Edward Stephens’ long legs stride past her and out the door.
She reached out and grabbed the man’s arm.
"Edward Stephens, you’re not allowed to go." Daisy’s voice, cold as the rainy night, rang out, "You’re my husband now, how can you care about another woman?"
The man tilted his head, his gaze eting hers. Daisy’s face looked pale in the light, her delicate features tense, and her lips tightly pursed. Her eyes were filled with suppressed anger and restraint.
"Daisy, she’s your sister." He looked at her, "You can’t always leave her to fend for herself."
Daisy stared back at him, her voice hoarse as if squeezed from her throat, she asked word by word: "Is it because she’s my sister, or because you have unresolved feelings for her?"
"She wouldn’t seek without reason," Edward lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and pried Daisy’s fingers from his arm, "I can’t ignore her."
A raindrop drifted into Daisy’s eye, blurring her vision montarily. Her voice, icy and nearly gritted, said, "Does it an every ti she seeks you, you must et her?"
Edward looked at her, his brow furrowing, now showing a hint of impatience.
That impatience tore the warmth of the past few months into shreds, revealing the true nature of their relationship—
Edward’s voice, calm, inquired: "Daisy, have you forgotten how this marriage ca about?"
Daisy’s whole body trembled, she shook uncontrollably, looking at him in disbelief.
How?
"Was it snatched from Emily Ginger?" She laughed hoarsely, "What do you think?"
"Do you still bla for breaking you and Emily apart?" Her laugh grew colder and more dazzling, her icy eyes glinting, "Edward, if you loved her so much, why didn’t you die with her back then?"
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