Teach her a lesson? On what grounds?
Daisy Ginger felt a bit defiant, but the man’s dark expression still made her hold her tongue.
More importantly, she didn’t understand why her stomach was feeling uncomfortable now.
The man brought her ho and slamd the door shut with a "bang."
He asked, "What else did you eat?"
Daisy instinctively shook her head.
"How much of that drink did you have?"
"Just a few sips."
She had been chatting with Zoe Hilker the whole ti and didn’t really drink much.
The man relaxed his grip on her wrist, his face softening slightly from its previous grim look. As he saw her anxious expression, he scoffed lightly and flicked her pert nose with his finger.
"Who’s told you to run around? You’re grown-up, yet still so troubleso."
Daisy felt a bit confused, but recalling how Edward Stephens had pulled her out, and the n in the bar gathering together and even chasing after them, she felt a bit scared again.
What kind of place was this? Why did it feel so strange?
"What’s wrong with that drink?" She realized and raised her head to look at the man, with so worry and curiosity.
"You didn’t drink much, so it should be fine." The man tilted his chin, instructing her, "Go upstairs and sleep, and don’t run around without in the future."
The man was unwilling to say more, though Daisy felt uneasy inside. Seeing his deanor had returned to calm, she surprisingly felt reassured.
"Oh..." She responded, glanced at the man, and montarily didn’t know what to say, so she hesitantly turned around and went upstairs.
With discomfort in her stomach, she went to the bathroom to gag, vomiting out the remaining alcohol from her system, which made her feel a bit better.
Dizzy, but not quite the sensation of being drunk, Daisy climbed into bed, hugged the blanket, and felt itchy all over.
She scratched her back, put her face on the cool silk, and drifted off to sleep.
She didn’t know how long she slept before the man woke her up.
"Daisy, Daisy, wake up."
She opened her eyes and heard Edward say to her: "Daisy, you’ve turned into a pighead."
Her eyelids felt heavy, as if soone had glued them shut, and she couldn’t fully open them no matter how hard she tried.
She could only faintly make out Edward’s face.
Daisy felt a sinking feeling in her heart, instinctively raised her hand, and looked at her fingers.
Her long, pale fingers, now swollen like they’d been cooked, were covered in red rash.
Following the rash up her hand, they spread densely all the way from her arms to her shoulders.
There was no need to lift her clothes to recognize her current miserable state.
"I..."
"You’re having an allergic reaction."
The man appeared rather calm, addressing her panic and holding down the fingers she was about to scratch her face with, saying, "Don’t scratch, you don’t want scars, do you?"
Allergy?
How did she suddenly beco allergic?
Images of that drink flashed in Daisy’s mind, and she abruptly looked up at Edward, asking, "What was in that drink?"
"Nothing much." Edward touched her swollen hand with his cool fingertips and said soothingly, "Here they include hemp in lots of drinks, and I didn’t get a chance to tell you."
Hemp...
"You didn’t take in much, don’t worry, you won’t get addicted." His voice carried a reassuring strength, and Daisy, hearing him say that, strangely felt calm.
She pressed her lips, feeling a bit gloomy, "Then why did I end up like this?"
The man glanced at her face, seed tempted to laugh, turned away slightly, and cleared his throat, "You’re probably allergic to hemp. Don’t worry, I’ve asked Irene to buy so antihistamines for you."
"..." Daisy dejectedly touched her face.
Although she couldn’t see what she looked like now, she could pretty much confirm—she had indeed turned into a pighead.
"Ahem." The man stood up, "I’ll go check if Irene has brought the dicine."
"Oh." She felt a little glum.
The man gently ruffled her hair, "Don’t worry, once you take the dicine, you’ll be fine."
What kind of lousy place was this, putting hemp in drinks?
Feeling uncomfortable, Daisy asked, "Why do you stay here?"
The man looked down at her, "Then where should I go?"
"Is your house not big enough?"
"I don’t like it there."
"..."
The man gazed at her, smiling more charmingly. Although he didn’t speak, from his eyes, Daisy sensed his implication.
"...Go check if Irene’s back with the dicine."
Daisy turned away, not looking at him.
A soft chuckle ca from behind, followed by the sound of the man’s footsteps departing the room.
Daisy lay with her eyes open, slightly biting her lip.
This damn man was using himself to threaten her.
What a bastard.
*
Daisy was sick for three full days.
Since she couldn’t be exposed to light, she couldn’t go outside.
While recovering from the allergy, she accidentally caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror, and was imdiately appalled by her appearance.
——She was more than just swollen like a pighead.
Over the past three days, Edward had been taking care of her intimately, never leaving her side and showing no sign of being put off by her appearance.
Finally, on the fourth day, the red rash on her body faded until barely visible, and the itchiness disappeared.
She pondered her decision to escape from this little broken place.
Despite being a small place, the area’s customs were wild, and Edward hadn’t explained the aning behind those n surrounding them in the bar that night—of course, even just thinking about it, anyone would know it wasn’t anything good. Being a weak woman here, the possibility of another allergic reaction couldn’t be avoided.
Next ti, it might not be so easy to escape.
She took her phone and booked a flight.
As she went downstairs for dinner, she told Edward, "I’m going back to Banyan City tomorrow."
The man lounged lazily against the back of his chair and, upon hearing her, rely lifted his eyelids, "Hmm?"
"I’m leaving."
Only then did the man perk up and look over.
His features were finely sculpted and slender, giving him a deep appearance. Daisy t his gaze and softly said, "This place isn’t good. You shouldn’t stay here too long. Getting addicted would be bad."
Edward lowered his eyes, let out a gentle laugh, and slowly said, "I don’t have anywhere to go right now."
Daisy furrowed her brows and couldn’t help but say, "Stop ssing around."
"I’m serious—I spent eight years doing things I didn’t want to do. Now, I want to do sothing I like." He smiled so calmly, "Daisy, actually, these eight years, I’ve accomplished nothing."
Accomplished nothing?
In those eight years, collaborating with Ryan Smith, he pulled Robert Stephens down from power, sent Robert to jail, and now held actual control over the Stephens family. How could that be considered—that he accomplished nothing?
As if he could see the disbelief in her eyes, the man shook his head.
"But those were all done for you. If you don’t want them, then none of it holds any significance."
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