The man remained silent.
More than half an hour later, the car slowly stopped in front of her apartnt.
With her head down, Daisy Ginger hesitated for a mont and softly said to the man, "Goodbye."
Edward Stephens didn’t speak, and for a mont, Daisy Ginger didn’t know what else she could say. She felt as if these days he had overwheld her mind, leaving her dizzy, and suddenly she cald down.
Things are impossible between her and Edward Stephens.
She sighed silently in her heart and turned around to open the car door.
A hand suddenly reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, and the man’s chest leaned close, warm and substantial, pressing against her back.
"You also had a child with Jas Shelton," he said, "I don’t mind."
Daisy Ginger was taken aback, unsure of how to respond.
Edward Stephens’ words were sowhat childish.
—You also had a child with Jas Shelton, I don’t mind, so you shouldn’t mind Charlotte Smith’s child.
He held her tightly, his breath brushing against her cheeks, warm and cool.
"Edward..." She tried to push him away.
He let her push him away.
Daisy Ginger didn’t expect him to let go so easily, instinctively, she turned her head to look at the man’s face.
In the shadow of the night, he gazed silently at her, the depth of his dark eyes hid emotions she could not see.
"I’m going back." Daisy Ginger didn’t dare look at him again, fearing she would lose her reason and do sothing she might regret.
"Daisy." He seed to sigh softly, his voice almost inaudible, "Do you hate , or love ..."
Daisy Ginger’s heart skipped a beat, and she left the car, almost fleeing in panic.
There was no sound of the Bentley restarting behind her, Daisy Ginger knew Edward Stephens was just sitting there, watching her hurriedly retreating figure.
She fled back to her room, turned on the light in the bathroom.
The mirror reflected her face, sowhat pale, her eyes slightly red.
Her heart was heavy, Edward Stephens’ last words were like a needle piercing through her mind—Daisy, do you hate , or love ?
She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, yet she was too afraid to love.
She wanted to be close to him, yet had to keep her distance.
She did not understand where her life had gone wrong, how it had reached such a point; perhaps from the beginning, they should never have t again, four years was too short, too short for both to sort out their emotions.
Ti had rely allowed her to et Edward Stephens again after four years, sinking deeper into his tender adoration.
Rationality scread in agony, but her heart couldn’t help but plunge.
One day she would drive herself insane.
Daisy Ginger leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on her face, only then slowly calming her boiling emotions.
Despite having done nothing, she felt a deceptive sense of exhaustion.
After taking a shower, she walked out of the bathroom in desolation and lay on the bed, closing her eyes for a mont.
She didn’t fall asleep, just emptied her mind as much as possible, and after ten minutes, she picked up her phone to deal with the remaining trivial tasks.
She called Elena Raven, asking how the filming was going.
Then she leaned against the headboard, browsing her emails with her phone in hand.
After replying to a few emails, Jas Shelton’s avatar popped up on her WeChat.
Daisy Ginger clicked on it casually and saw he had sent several photos of Erin Ginger.
They were pictures of Erin Ginger painting in the studio.
Looking at her son, Daisy Ginger’s face showed a hint of a smile.
Jas Shelton suddenly typed a line.
"Emma Magus invited today."
Reading these words, Daisy Ginger’s finger paused slightly on the screen, her brows furrowing.
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