I thought you would kill .
The air around them, both of their breaths stilled for a mont.
In the cold night, everything was silent and still.
The man’s deep and profound eyes, with long lashes that trembled gently, looked up at the woman’s delicate and beautiful face in front of him.
Now she looked so obedient and lovable, like a cat kept in its owner’s arms, with no edges or sharpness to be seen.
But back then, she was resolved to die.
She thought that if she admitted everything was her doing, he would kill her.
The rift between him and her had reached such a point back then.
It took so many years for their grievances to slowly heal.
Happiness does not co easily.
Edward Stephens responded slowly, reaching out his hand, his warm palm gently holding the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.
Daisy Ginger simply hugged him, closed her eyes, and leaned into his embrace.
All these years, Edward Stephens had never held her accountable for what happened back then, so she felt that the truth wasn’t important anymore.
So many things—his deceit, Alice Lesser’s death, Robert Stephens’s obstacles, and George Stephens and Charlotte Smith...
One after another, they were obstacles that had been actively tearing them apart.
The small truth of that night couldn’t change anything.
Now that the two of them could finally coexist peacefully, she wanted to clear up the misunderstanding from that night with him.
—Edward Stephens, I never did anything to wrong you.
Even though...
During the tis we were most divided.
Perhaps it’s because, so long ago, I couldn’t bear to let you go.
Because I couldn’t bear to, my heart softened.
The man whispered, "I’m sorry."
Daisy Ginger lay in his arms, her chin resting on his chest, lifting her bright eyes to look at him.
"Back then, I indeed made many mistakes," he said, not mature enough, confused by relationship issues. He thought he could succeed through deception. If he hadn’t drugged Daisy Ginger at that ti, perhaps many things between them wouldn’t have happened.
He pulled her closer, letting her sit on his lap, lowered his head to lightly kiss the corner of her lips, then buried his face into her neck, asking in a small voice, "If you didn’t do it, why didn’t you tell earlier?"
His voice was low, with a hint of complaint, sounding as if he was pouting.
Daisy Ginger’s heart softened, she embraced him, and answered softly, "I thought you didn’t bla ."
"Actually, I feel sad too."
Her heart trembled slightly as she heard him continue, "But sotis I feel unqualified."
To have hard Daisy’s entire family like this, even if he hadn’t done it himself, if others did, he still felt unworthy of her love.
Her hatred caused him pain, and he saw her revenge as his punishnt for his past actions.
What was even harder for him to accept was, after she left, he couldn’t stop loving her.
He liked Daisy Ginger, it was only after making ignorant mistakes in his youth, when things beca irreparable, that he realized his deep love.
Even knowing that she and Robert Stephens tead up to humiliate him, he couldn’t hate her.
"It’s not that I don’t bla you, it’s because I love you."
Because I love you, I forgive everything you’ve done.
Because I love you, I can’t hate you.
Daisy Ginger held him, overwheld with an urge to cry.
How much of an impact did that year’s events have on him?
He had never ntioned it, nor did he bla her after they t, even when she was good to George Stephens, the illegitimate child, he hadn’t said anything.
Clearly, in this matter, he was the one utterly victimized.
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