The man stood at the doorway, staring at her fair profile, gently exhaled, and then called her na heavily:
"Daisy Ginger."
The woman slightly turned her head, her gaze leaving the phone screen and landing on his face.
"Where did you go this afternoon?" He walked towards her, "Do you know that you..."
"Do you find this kind of life interesting?"
Daisy Ginger’s words made Edward Stephens pause in his steps.
His deep eyes slightly narrowed.
"I have to report to you when I leave the house, and you have to follow when I go shopping," she closed the ga on her phone, the music abruptly stopped, and with the loss of that noise, the quiet space suddenly tightened.
"You even control what I eat, and whether or not to have children is up to you." She smiled and looked at him, "Do you think living like this is interesting for ?"
Edward Stephens watched her smile, and his face grew increasingly somber.
He said nothing, simply walking towards her, only to be lightly halted by her.
"Don’t co over."
Her voice was calm but carried a hint of weariness.
Edward Stephens paused, frowning as he looked at her.
"To be honest, you won."
"You see, I struggled so hard to get away, only to end up back at your place." She shook her head, chuckling a bit self-deprecatingly, "I don’t even dare to go ho, fearing I’d cause trouble... I don’t even know where else I can go besides here."
The wind picked up a bit.
It blew from the windowsill towards Daisy Ginger, her long, dense hair cascading like seaweed over her shoulders moved slightly in the breeze.
In the night, the woman’s eyes were clear like water, appearing sowhat bewildered and hollow.
She was already holess.
Even in a mont she didn’t realize, she had no way back.
Is this the price of mistaking soone?
Edward Stephens stood two ters away, looking at her snow-white face, her face carried a light smile, there was no longer the previous confrontation nor the bright brilliance, she sat there like an innocent little girl.
"I admit, I have wronged you sowhat." She looked at his face, "I shouldn’t have... even mistaken the one I like. But, there’s no reason that this one mistake should cost my whole life."
Edward Stephens slowly clenched his hand, looking at her thin back and the hem of her dress curling in the evening breeze, he frowned.
He said in a low voice, "Is there any point in saying this now?"
Daisy Ginger moved her gaze away from him, lowered her head, and looked at the ground, softly saying, "...I don’t know if there’s any point left, if only I could go back to one year ago."
When she t Edward Stephens again, she never thought that in just a year, she would end up in such a desperate state.
In only one year, her family was broken, and she was holess.
She wasn’t sure whose fault it was, how life had turned out like this, but she had had enough.
"Daisy Ginger," Edward Stephens looked at her face, "co down from the windowsill."
Daisy Ginger looked up and smiled at him.
She laughed softly and said, "What if I say no?"
Edward Stephens realized a certain cruel coldness from her smile.
His pupils contracted violently, he pressed his lips together and stared at her intently.
"Didn’t I say? I hate being manipulated the most," she slightly curved her lips, looking at the man’s tense expression, she laughed lowly, "I also said, I’d rather die than have this child. I’ve always—kept my word."
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