Her silhouette was graceful, and her dazzling facial features needed no makeup, yet she was more striking than the stars of the crew. As she passed, the crew mbers who were eating fell silent, waiting until she left before resuming their curious whispering.
Elena always thought that if Daisy wanted to make money, she could easily debut as a model herself. With her face, even more captivating than Emma Magus’s renowned features, she would surely earn more than managing artists.
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The crew was located in a small mountain village on the outskirts of Tsing City.
Nestled between mountains and water, if not for having to accompany Elena for overnight shoots, it would definitely be a vacation paradise.
Having been bought out for filming, the villagers had moved away. At the mont, everyone was eating, making the village feel particularly peaceful without the director’s loudspeaker sounds.
Daisy found a patch of grass, played by the stream for a while, and then lay down on the grass to bask in the sun.
Once she’s paid back Jas Shelton’s favor, she plans to find a village like this and live there with Erin for two years. She’s already fed up with the city’s clamor, and Erin wouldn’t need to commute so far for sketching.
Thinking about the future joyous life with her son, Daisy’s heart was filled with bliss, until footsteps grew closer, a shadow blocked her view, and she frowned as she opened her eyes.
It was a tall, slender man, wearing a mask, with deep, dark eyes staring down at her.
"!!"
Daisy was frightened, she couldn’t even scream and scrambled to get up and run, but he reached out and pressed her shoulder, pushing her back onto the grass instantly.
"Why are you running?"
The man’s voice was extrely hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, and Daisy distinctly heard the murderous intent within.
Why is this guy here?
Are they moving in a pack?
In this remote, rundown place, Edward the great president lowering himself to co here, what nonsense is this!
Daisy thought that by hiding in the crew she wouldn’t et him, but after less than three days on set, she was publicly caught.
The mories of that night ca flooding back.
How she climbed onto his waist, how she teased him calling him baby, how boldly she ripped open his robe...
Minutely detailed, vividly visible, showcasing her desire for this man.
It was a craving she couldn’t suppress with reason, a mistake knowingly committed, a fantasy magnified by alcohol.
A blunder she’d never dare commit when sober.
Robert Stephens taunted her, telling her she had feelings for him.
But how could she have feelings for him?
If she fell in love, how could she face the "Edward Stephens" who died for her?
How could she face Alice Lesser, who was implicated by her and died?
She couldn’t continue to be entangled with the Stephens family, couldn’t let herself indulge in these feelings, so she ran away, hiding the fact that Charlotte Smith manipulated her, even if it ant being hated.
Yet, why is it, upon reunion, his first act was to help her?
Does he not hate her?
She had clearly hurt him so deeply.
Trampled his pride and dignity, conspired against him with his brother.
She couldn’t bear his gentleness, couldn’t forgive herself.
Edward Stephens, seeing her immobile, sat down beside her.
"Did you eat?"
He asked with a hoarse voice.
Daisy stared blankly, taking a long while to recover: "Was the buffet sent by you?"
He snorted coldly: "What else?"
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