More handwriting in another newspaper read, 'Edward, my Edward, do you know how many tis I've called your na when I lay on the bed in labor? I don't mind that you didn't show up during my pregnancy. But could you be rciful to and not let see this sweet scene of you with another woman on such a special day? Although I have been telling myself that as long as you are happy, I don't mind only having pictures of you. But how much I have hoped that on this special day, you could give a gentle look to comfort , or a lovely smile to encourage . But nothing, there is actually nothing from you. You never belong to . '
Tears rolled down Edward's face. He wondered how much he had missed of her monts of helplessness and fear. She was a great mother who had raised such a considerate and clever son. He had never cried for any reason, but today he couldn't help weeping over her words. 'Daisy, what should I do? Your life was so hard. I'm willing to lose everything, but we can never get these lost monts back. I love you. It's not a spur of the mont thing, or sweet words to please you. I love you because you have moved so much and I cherish you. My love for you will never change, ' thought Edward.
He picked up another newspaper, his hands trembling. There were bloodstains on it, which shocked him. Panic rose in him when he saw the blood. But on the newspaper, there was a picture of him with a beautiful woman, a popular singer. Her face was angelic and her figure was super hot. In the picture, the woman whispered sothing in his ear and smiled gracefully. The scene was very sweet. The handwriting on the newspaper made Edward think that she must have tried very hard to write th
an. In fact, her heart was more fragile than other won. But he was the jerk who only caused harm to her.
'Daisy, do you know how much regret I feel now? And my heart wrenched when I saw what you wrote about how you feel about . Did you do it on purpose? Did you deliberately lay your heart bare, and let know that you've suffered so much from loving ? You make uneasy with your sorrow and leave without giving a chance for remorse. You've buried in your sad stories. I can't escape from your sadness and I don't want to.' Edward thought.
Thinking of the newspapers stacked there, he knew there must be many different kinds of reports about him, together with her notes indicating her feelings and love for him. But he lost his courage to continue reading. He feared that he couldn't control himself and would try to find her. He feared more that he was not qualified to love her anymore. He had already broken her heart. He had never felt so ashad of his past decadent life and he had never felt so irritated with his current noble status. At this mont, he didn't want anything, he only wanted to be with Daisy.
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