Chapter 294: Chapter 284: Put your little cleverness aside. Daisy Ginger.
Edward Stephens nodded lightly, "That’s only natural."
"...You!" Daisy Ginger pressed her lips together, raising her bright eyes in anger at him. "I remember in the divorce agreement that Miss Smith gave me, there was no mention of splitting assets!"
"It’s me divorcing you, not her divorcing you. What does the divorce agreement she gave you have to do with me?" His tone grew more indifferent, "The sorting and dividing of my various funds, stocks, and properties might take five years to complete. As for your family’s side, let me know whenever you finish splitting; I need to prepare as well."
"..."
"As for our residence in Banyan City, since it’s your premarital property, I won’t take it. After we divorce, you can continue living there."
"Edward Stephens!" Daisy Ginger finally realized, this bastard was playing with her!
Taking five years to split assets, won’t that be an eternity?
"I’m not joking with you!" Daisy Ginger could no longer endure, lifting her head to look at him, her beautiful face frosty, "I want nothing, I just want a divorce!"
The man fished out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it with a lighter. Then he cast a dismissive glance at her, somewhat mocking as he retorted, "Weren’t you the one who was desperate to marry me back then, so sincere and wholehearted? Since you want a divorce now, how could I not give you something for your deep affection?"
The crisp smell of tobacco blew onto her face; Daisy hadn’t smoked for a long time, and now the scent made her cough a few times uncontrollably.
She stepped back, avoiding his invasive aura, her face slightly pale, she said, "You clearly already know the reason."
She just...
Chose the wrong person.
Yet now as Edward Stephens used these words to corner her, she was utterly humiliated.
Thinking back now, everything seemed like a joke, manipulated by Lady Stephens’ hands, and Daisy thought how ridiculous she had been.
She truly was a fool.
Any member of the Stephens family could easily deceive her to death.
"Even if you were innocent to start with, you knew the truth later on. Wasn’t deceiving me wrong?" Daisy lifted her head, looking at the man with a detached and cool demeanor, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, "If I didn’t find out, how long were you planning to deceive me?!"
Edward Stephens replied calmly, "For a lifetime."
Daisy Ginger paused in a daze.
"To deceive you for a lifetime." He looked down at her, "Isn’t that allowed?"
His eyes were deep and calm, reflecting her humiliated and pale face. Then he reached out, gently caressing her cold cheek.
"Daisy, I have my faults, but do you really think you were that innocent?" His voice was clear and cool, but each word he spoke weighed heavily, "My feelings for you, don’t you understand? Ha..." Edward Stephens chuckled lightly, showing a touch of mocking, "You can certainly say it’s none of your concern, see, you’re just so selfish. So, me not wanting to divorce you, what does it have to do with you?"
"In the end, we’re just both people who achieve what we want by any means necessary."
His tone and gaze grew colder, and by now, they had reached the pavilion in the heart of the lake.
The wind blew across the water, making Daisy shiver. The man reached out and held her.
"I won’t divorce you no matter what. Unless one day," he whispered softly in her cold ear, "my feelings for you are completely exhausted."
"..."
"Right now, I can’t even express how much I love you. After just a year, if we really talk about it, surely it can’t compare to you and that person’s deep love." He held Daisy tightly, not allowing her to resist, facing her bright eyes, looking down at her, "But currently it’s not to the extent I can easily let go. You barged into my heart and left a hole, and now you want to just walk away, it’s too late."
"..."
At this moment, he had already clearly expressed his intentions.
He didn’t know how much he loved her, didn’t love deeply, yet didn’t want a divorce.
The familiar male scent, at this moment of realization, became exceptionally foreign.
Never before had Daisy so clearly felt Edward’s personal traits; often, he wouldn’t bother her much, maybe in his eyes, crushing her was as easy as crushing an ant.
She should be thankful for his good upbringing, for when she forced the marriage, he didn’t seriously retaliate.
See now, with just a few words, she couldn’t even leave the Stephens’ villa.
Daisy spoke coldly, "Your brother won’t agree to me continuing this marriage with you."
Edward looked at her.
"You’re his brother; of course, you cannot divorce, anyway, he won’t do anything to you." Daisy mocked, "But he could easily make you a widower, couldn’t he?"
"I’m quite reluctant to die young." Daisy pushed him away, "Your family conflict has already dragged me in; if you don’t divorce me, your brother has myriad ways to make me disappear."
The man bit his cigarette, squinting at her with a low chuckle, "Are you afraid of death, or afraid I won’t divorce you?"
Daisy: "Who isn’t afraid of death?"
"I couldn’t tell how afraid you are of him. It’s a society governed by law now; handling a death is quite troublesome. You know he can’t possibly do anything to you, right?"
"..."
Edward pinched her cheek, "Stop your little tricks now. Daisy, using such an obvious scheme under my nose, you’re really too naive."
Daisy’s thoughts were unveiled by him, she felt so angry and humiliated that she slapped his hand away, pursed her lips, and turned to leave the pavilion.
The moment she learned the truth, the first thought in her mind was "divorce."
She married the wrong person.
She couldn’t make more mistakes.
But she never expected Edward to be so shameless.
He was the one who deceived her, yet acted completely indifferent.
It was as if this truth, which could break her and drive her to despair, meant nothing to him.
If he deceived, he did it, leaving her with the "Edward Stephens" doll and even replacing the recording inside. Knowing full well that it was the last of what he had left her, he still coaxed her to switch it with what he gave, without a hint of guilt;
Once she knew, it was known, no matter how much she cried or screamed, he lived as normal, and even had the mood to sleep with her.
Her joys and sorrows seemed to have nothing to do with him; he stood behind a glass wall, arms crossed, coldly watching her anger and madness.
Truly worthy of the son raised by the Stephens family, no matter how gentle and considerate he was usually, once conflicts arose, his innate ruthlessness and indifference were exposed.