Daisy Ginger listened, and almost wanted to laugh.
Such deep affection, as if he’d accomplished sothing extraordinary.
Yet the only thing he did for her was imprison her next to his office; separated by a wall, he t clients and handled work, while she faded in a dark, windowless room.
To prevent her from struggling, he even limited her food intake. Only at night would he bring in takeout boxes; during the day, she’d be injected with sedatives, unable to call out.
She even suspected that Ian Linton had prepared countless tis for this day, or how could he execute it so neatly, without a shred of hesitation?
She had never imagined that soone in this world could have such a distorted infatuation with her. During these days of confinent, in a daze, she thought about many things, like Emily Ginger, like Edward Stephens...
The relationship between her and the two of them, the breakups and makeups, even Ian Linton was involved.
Amusingly, it wasn’t until Ian Linton kidnapped her that she gradually realized what this man had been doing around her.
"Director Ginger, let’s eat." Ian Linton handed her a spoon, speaking gently, "You haven’t eaten all day; aren’t you hungry?"
Daisy closed her eyes. The sedative hadn’t fully worn off; her limbs were weak, and even her mind was a little unclear. After a long while, she asked, "What did you do to Emily Ginger?"
Ian paused slightly, then looked down at her, smiled faintly, "Want to know? Then behave and eat, and I’ll tell you."
Daisy looked at him. The man’s face retained his usual gentle and elegant expression, even the faint smile on his face was pleasing to the eye. She was silent for a mont, then reached out and grasped the spoon Ian offered, scooping a bite of rice.
"Actually, not much." Ian said softly, "She just found out that I like you, that’s all."
"..." Daisy’s movents paused slightly, recalling the day she ca ho and saw Ian and Emily arguing; the conversation she hadn’t understood then suddenly made sense now.
A slight look of disgust appeared on her face, "You’re disgusting."
"Daisy, I really didn’t intend to do anything at first." Ian called her na, slowly stretched his hand, lifted a lock of her long hair on her shoulder, and kissed it beside his lips. His voice was low and tender, "I was always... satisfied just watching you from afar. To , you were that unreachable beam of light. Over the years, the only thing I could do was watch over you silently from where I stood."
"..." Daisy shivered, hearing his heartfelt confession. The muscles on her face twitched a few tis, but she still didn’t interrupt his self-pity.
"That day you asked — could I die for you? You were right; there are many people in this world who love you. Only Edward Stephens would die for you. He loves you more than I do; I feel inferior. Compared to the Edward Stephens back then, I feel ashad. I can’t compare to him; how could I win the place he holds in your heart?"
As Ian said this, he couldn’t help but laugh lowly. His gaze fixed on Daisy, growing softer, "In all of Banyan City, how many n fancy you? They love you, yet fear you. Your heart has long been occupied by a man, how could we ever surpass Edward Stephens - but, that’s the Edward Stephens of the past."
"I don’t approve of him being with you now." Ian’s voice turned cold, "He’s no longer worthy of you. Being with him makes you cheap. That re Emily Ginger could entice him away, such a man, how could he still deserve to stand by your side now?"
"I don’t approve of him being with you now." Daisy repeated his words, laughing out loud, resting her head in her hand. After laughing for a while, she couldn’t help but say, "Ian Linton, who the hell do you think you are? God? Do I need your permission to be with soone? You say he doesn’t deserve to stand by my side, and you do?"
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Ian’s gentle expression shifted slightly, his eyes darkening as he looked at Daisy for a while before saying calmly, "At the very least, I love you more than he does now."
"You really know how to congratulate yourself." Daisy retorted, "Aside from kidnapping , what else have you done for ?"
"Anyone who has hurt you, I’ll deal with them for you." Ian looked at her softly, reaching out, his cold fingers touching her face, "I’ve already dealt with one for you..."
Daisy’s pupils contracted slightly for a mont as she looked at Ian and shouted sharply, "What did you do to Edward?!"
"It’s not Edward Stephens." Ian said blandly, "But he won’t escape either."
Daisy’s thoughts were disrupted by his words.
Ian Linton would harm Edward Stephens.
This bastard had already gone mad!
Is this love? No, it’s self-indulgent self-satisfaction.
In his mind, she was rely a doll; any deviation from the path he set for her, and he would forcefully correct it.
But why? Who did he think he was to interfere in her and Edward Stephen’s affairs?
Daisy almost wanted to laugh, what sins had she committed to attract Ian Linton, this lunatic?
She raised her hand, throwing the food across the table onto Ian, hoarsely yelling, "Get out—!!"
Ian glanced at the stains on himself, furrowing his brow slightly, just about to say sothing when his phone suddenly vibrated, he paused, took out the phone, tapped a few tis on the screen, and his expression changed.
After a mont, he put down the phone, deeply looking at Daisy for a while, then lifted his hand to gently caress her face, "Director Ginger, my ti’s almost up. Your husband seems to be getting suspicious of ," he said with a low laugh, sowhat sarcastically cold, "He’s coming, faster than I expected."
Daisy hesitated slightly, seeing Ian’s face, she understood, just as she was about to cry out loud, Ian had already produced a syringe, injecting a sedative into her.
She unwillingly propped up her body, opened her mouth, but realized she could no longer call out, her body swayed and fell onto the bed.
She gazed up, watching Ian just standing there, looking down at her. In the light, his appearance seed bizarre. That handso, upright face, with slightly flickering eyes, held a gleam of madness, perhaps even hatred, and he watched her quietly until she gradually lost consciousness.
Was he planning to make a move on Edward Stephens?
Having been held here for so long, she finally felt afraid.
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