He spoke with such self-righteousness.
As if everything he did was out of helplessness.
Yet he never gave her, not even once, a choice.
The moonlight reflected on the lake, surrounded by a cold and delicate glow. Daisy Ginger felt cold, yet more overwhelming was a sense of being trapped with no way out.
He didn’t know what more he could do—there was always a feeling that he would do anything to achieve his goals.
Can a person be so divided?
Could he sit quietly at ho reading a book, yet with a wave of his hand, summon clouds or command rains?
Daisy decided to squat on the ground, burying her face in her knees, speaking with a sowhat broken tone: "Let’s just say I was wrong, can you spare ? I don’t want to play with you anymore, I admit defeat, I can’t outplay your family..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her lightly.
"No."
"..."
Edward extended his hand and lifted her horizontally from the ground.
Her face turned snow-white from the cold, with a hint of pink at the corners of her eyes—a look of grievance mixed with helplessness.
Pitiful, cute.
A different allure compared to her previously domineering deanor.
He touched her face gently, speaking softly: "If you were to open your eyes and look at , you’d find that being with isn’t as terrifying as you think."
"At the very least, you were quite happy that year, weren’t you?"
"To you, whether it was that person or not didn’t really matter. I’m not him, yet when you were with , you were smiling happily as well."
"..." Daisy kept her eyes closed and didn’t respond, but she couldn’t help thinking that it was all nonsense.
If she had known the truth from the beginning, she never would have entered this marriage, let alone been with him.
*
Early the next morning, the county leaders drove over to offer their condolences to Granny Dixon and her family.
Daisy lay in bed, watching Edward Stephens walk out and engage in lively conversations with those county leaders.
She had never seen him attend banquets or large etings before, but watching him gracefully and effortlessly converse with the leaders, she realized that he was probably accustod to attending important events more often than she imagined.
Previously, she naively thought she needed to work hard to support him. He, playing the role of an introvert all day, idling at ho like a well-behaved student, made her so infatuated that she really believed he couldn’t do anything at all.
Thinking back on how foolish she had been, and the silly things she’d said to Edward Stephens, made her wish she could travel back in ti and stop herself.
The more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt inside. Turning her back to the door, she pulled the blanket over her head, not sparing Edward Stephens at the door a single glance.
Edward chatted with the county leaders for over half an hour, learning about the situation.
Because of the incident with Daisy Ginger nearly having an accident here, the authorities started paying more attention to this small town. In a few days, they planned to send people over to clear out the village thugs and crooks, restoring peace to the town.
Having soone to deal with it was already the best outco.
After the informal talk ended, he turned back to the room.
Seeing Daisy curled up under the blanket, her back facing him, Edward raised an eyebrow, walked over, and lifted the blanket. Seeing her stubbornly angry face, he pinched her cheek and teased with a smile: "Daisy Ginger, what’s wrong with you again?"
"Don’t touch ." She seed very unhappy, "You’re such a liar."
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