Chapter 284: Chapter 284: From beginning to end, they were just strangers
Edward Stephens looked into her eyes, and in a moment, understood everything.
For some reason, at this moment, he gradually calmed down.
The uncontrollable emotions raging inside him were like a flame being extinguished, slowly retreating, and withdrawing.
He watched Daisy Ginger until she slowly turned around and went upstairs.
Edward lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and walked after her.
The servants downstairs in the Stephens family seemed to notice the strangeness too, and quieted down, watching Edward’s departing figure, none of them spoke.
Daisy Ginger entered a guest room.
The Stephens family’s guest rooms were always numerous, but the visiting guests were few; Daisy might be the first to stay this year.
But, last night, did she really stay here?
A myriad of thoughts flashed in Edward’s mind as he opened the door and walked in, all his feelings settled down as he lifted his head to look at the woman sitting at the bed’s edge with her back to him, then walked over and stood in front of her.
Daisy ginger hugged her legs, curled up on the bed’s edge, her head slightly lowered, not looking at him.
Her silence was somewhat unusual.
Edward watched her eyes, a trace of faint affection emerging, he extended his hand, his fingers landed on her shoulder.
"What your brother said, is it all true?"
Her voice suddenly rang out.
Edward’s fingers lightly clenched on her shoulder, then he lowered his gaze to look at her.
"Hmm?"
"Who are you?" Daisy lifted her head, her eyes were not as clear as before, tinged with faint bloodshot, staring at the face she had been enamored with for eight years, "Can you tell me, who are you really?"
Edward said, "I am Edward Stephens."
Daisy’s lips began to tremble slightly, she bit her teeth, suddenly pushed him away: "You’re lying to me!"
Edward stepped back, standing firm before her.
His cold face showed a slightly tense expression, watching Daisy’s reddened eyes, Edward calmly retorted, "If I’m not Edward Stephens, then who am I?"
"If you’re Edward Stephens, then who is he?!" Daisy shouted at him, "You’re lying to me! You and your mom are lying to me together!" She gradually lost her calm, her whole being uncontrollably trembling, she stood up from the bed, screaming at the man, "You’re not Edward Stephens! You’re not! How can you lie to me! Who are you really, watching me go crazy for you, is it fun?!"
Compared to her breakdown, the man became increasingly calm.
He walked to the window, opened the doors and windows, and leaned against the window expressionlessly, lighting a cigarette.
"Daisy, you’re wrong."
He said coldly.
"It’s me who went crazy for you."
"When have I ever lied to you?" He looked at her, "Wasn’t it you who clung on voluntarily?"
Daisy trembled all over, unbelievably looking at him.
The man’s deep gaze reflected her crazed look, as she looked at his face, as if being bitten by a venomous snake, stumbling back a step, sitting down on the bed.
Daisy buried her face in her legs, trembling helplessly for a while, until she finally summoned the courage, lifting her head to look at him.
"Can you tell me – who are you really?" Her tone was cautious, as if it could shatter with one wrong move.
Edward looked at her, with a bit of pity, and a bit of regret.
He gently shook his head at her.
"Daisy, I have always been Edward Stephens. In the Stephens family, there is only one Edward Stephens. Do you understand what I mean?"
Daisy bit her lip, biting down hard, until a drop of blood seeped through her teeth.
Edward’s pupils slightly trembled for a moment, he stared at that drop of blood, suppressing the impulse to walk over.
His deep pupils narrowed, staring at Daisy’s pale face.
Daisy’s voice, like a dream mutter, softly emerged from her pale lips and teeth.
She licked the wound on her lip, softly said, "If you’re Edward Stephens, then who was the Edward Stephens who grew up with me? How could there be two Edward Stephens in this world?" She shook her head, looked at him, somewhat dazed, "You’re lying to me again, aren’t you? You’re lying to me, you and your whole family are conspiring to lie to me! What have you done to my Edward Stephens? Where have you hidden him?!"
Stranger.
The man in front of her is a stranger.
As long as she clings to this feeling, all anomalies have explanations.
——Why does he have no feelings for her at all?
——Why is he with Emily Ginger?
——Why is there no familiarity at all, as if he’s changed into a different person?
There’s no amnesia, there never was amnesia, it was always a lie.
It was Edward’s mother who deceived her, they conspired together to deceive her, all were liars!
The man in front of her looked at her, gently shook his head at her.
Seeming to pity her, the man sighed lowly.
"Our family never had such a person, how could we have hidden him?" Edward walked over, squatted before her, staring at her pale, bloodless face, "What did my brother tell you? Or, did he take you somewhere?"
Daisy looked at him, this face so familiar it brought unbearable heartache.
She turned her head in torment, taking a deep breath, "Don’t come over."
Edward extended his hand, grasping her icy hand.
Daisy violently trembled, tears falling, landing on the back of the man’s hand.
She suddenly flung his hand aside, screamed at him: "Don’t touch me!"
"..." The man looked at her silently, his dark pupils reflecting her crazed state.
She didn’t understand why he could still be so calm.
Being exposed as a liar, is there not a shred of guilt?
"Where did he take you?"
"..." Daisy tightly bit her lip, looked up at the man.
Her complexion grew paler, almost translucent.
"To the cemetery. But..."
The man looked at her, suddenly stood up, lightly sneered.
"See." He flicked the cigarette ash, letting the snow-white ash fall onto his coat, his tone somewhat ironic, faintly said, "Haven’t you already known where he went?"
"..." Daisy violently trembled, the wound on her lip cracked, blood beads fell.
Bright red blood, like broken string beads, fell on her snow-white coat, gradually spreading.
She looked at Edward Stephens’ face, momentarily insane, the man, sensing her murderous intent.
Love and hate, perhaps only a moment apart.
No.
She had never loved him, so how could there be any love?
From beginning to end, they were always strangers.