"What I want to do..." Ian Linton gazes into her eyes, which gradually beco deep and profound. He raises his hand, cold fingers brushing her face, his voice gentle but causing Daisy Ginger to shiver, "I want to take you back to the ti before Edward Stephens returned. To not be troubled by his presence anymore, to remain radiant, unique, and unmatched."
Daisy Ginger sneers with a laugh, "So you like seeing all alone."
She looks at him, giving a cold laugh, "Watching suffer alone for eight years brings you satisfaction, doesn’t it? Ian Linton, you are a pervert!"
Ian Linton withdraws his hand, standing before her, the gentle smile on his face gradually fading away. His brown eyes reveal an inorganic coldness.
He says, "No matter what you think, I know you best. You are sick now, and I will cure you."
"I’ve given you countless chances, but you stubbornly refuse to see reason, repeatedly degrading yourself. I don’t want to watch you ruin yourself anymore."
"I’ll go cook; take the ti to calm down. Sooner or later, you’ll know that what I’m doing is for your own good."
...
For your own good.
Daisy Ginger leans against the sofa, her chest heaving violently, then she lifts her good foot and kicks over the coffee table in front of her.
Ian Linton stands not far away, glancing at the overturned coffee table. Daisy Ginger taunts him with a smile, "I’m just such a rough person; are you disillusioned again now?"
Ian Linton looks at her and sighs softly, as if she had done sothing very unreasonable.
This infuriated Daisy Ginger.
Ian Linton is impervious to reason, stubborn and autocratic, to throw a tantrum in front of him feels like she’s an idiot.
Daisy Ginger simply stops talking, watching Ian Linton co over to lift the coffee table back up, place the fruit plate back, and organize everything properly before turning to the kitchen.
An hour later, he wheels her into the dining room.
It’s a seafood feast.
Cream cheese baked lobster, braised prawns, stead clams, and there’s even sliced sashimi.
On the table is a bouquet of lavender roses, emanating a faint fragrance under the lights.
Daisy Ginger is wheeled to the table, staring at the sumptuous dinner before her, her expression a bit complex.
No need for Ian Linton to say, she already knows these are all the things she usually loves to eat.
She enjoys seafood but hates peeling shells, so she seldom talks about it. Even Ethan Pond and the others just think she likes ordinary prawns.
"On your birthday, I gave you my gift and thought about how you would wear the earrings close to you; I was happy for a long ti." Ian Linton slides the sashimi toward her and smiles at her. His gentle brows and eyes, under the light, are elegant and refined. Daisy Ginger even sees a trace of Edward Stephens’s deanor in him.
She’s horrified, but more than that, she feels sad.
She says, "Ian Linton, you should turn yourself in. You have a bright future ahead, don’t ruin it over such a small matter."
Ian Linton laughs, lifts his head to look at her, "If I turn myself in, would you be willing to withdraw the lawsuit?"
"..." Daisy Ginger presses her lips together, then reluctantly responds, "If you send back to Banyan City, I won’t sue you."
Ian Linton chuckles softly, looking gently at Daisy Ginger, in a gaze that seems to see through an entire lifeti.
After a long while, he shakes his head, "Director Ginger, I can no longer go back."
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