Chapter 285: Chapter 285: "I said, I have no intention of divorcing.
The man’s eyes gradually deepened, like they were stained with layer upon layer of thick ink, so black that his emotions were almost indiscernible.
His long fingers, scented faintly of tobacco, gently brushed over Daisy Ginger’s blood-stained lips. "Smack!" Her hand swatted them away forcefully.
The man’s movements paused. He only lifted his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on Daisy Ginger’s eyes, full of resentment and trembling.
She looked like a bowstring on the verge of breaking, her entire being manifesting a despair too burdensome to bear.
Edward Stephens’ eyes deepened again, pondering, if before they got married he had known the truth, what would their situation be now?
Perhaps he would already be dead because Daisy refused to donate marrow, or perhaps he could have been saved by Daisy’s marrow, just like now, and he could be with Emily Ginger, their lives never intersecting as they do now.
Falling in love with Daisy was a completely normal affair.
In this world, there might not be a man who wouldn’t be moved by being pursued by such a beautiful and excellent woman.
He was no sage, incapable of remaining stoic in the presence of seductive charms. Once his heart was moved, taking it away followed a natural law of survival.
It was just unexpected that before their relationship could further develop, Robert Stephens would suddenly intervene.
Daisy Ginger whispered, "Did you know from the very beginning?"
Edward Stephens’ deep eyes quietly gazed at her, as if harboring countless unspoken words. He shook his head, "No."
Daisy’s tears fell once more. She covered her face, and began to laugh quietly, hoarsely saying, "So... it was I who had eyes but failed to see, it was I who mistook the person... it’s all my fault?"
She laughed continuously, as if she had just heard a particularly funny joke.
What kind of absurd world is this?
How could there be two Edward Stephens in this world? How could there be two people who look exactly the same?
She dared not look at Edward Stephens again, dared not look at this face that made her heart throb painfully.
The person wearing this face was no longer her lover.
This fact brought her unbearable pain.
Eight years of waiting, waiting for someone who had died eight years ago, she could no longer wait any longer...
It was as if a dagger had been directly thrust into her heart, that kind of pain, full of despair.
Daisy Ginger groggily climbed out of bed. She didn’t look at the man in front of her any longer, nor did she acknowledge him; she just turned around, opened the door, and started to walk out.
Edward Stephens stood not far away, watching her back. His eyes were deep as he asked, "Daisy, where are you going?"
Daisy raised her hand, wiped her tears forcefully from her face, and stood at the door, back to him, "Going home. To sign the divorce papers." She looked ahead, "To end this mistake."
What Robert had said was not true, she had indeed made a mistake, and now, it was time to end it.
Edward Stephens’ eyes darkly fixed on her back, then he calmly said, "When did I say I wanted to divorce you?"
Daisy’s fingers trembled slightly, she slowly turned around to look at Edward Stephens.
In her eyes, torn apart by pain, there appeared a faint hint of bewilderment.
"What... do you mean?"
"Daisy," Edward Stephens stepped forward, lowering his eyes to gaze at her from above. Looking at her pale and despairing face, he softly said, "I said, I have no intention of divorcing."
"Not now, not ever. You married me yourself. Do you think you’re so innocent?" He laughed mockingly for a moment, looking at her, "In my world, why do you think you can just leave when you wish and stay when you please?"