Chapter 332: Chapter 331: This Must Not Be Love
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was somber.
Daisy Ginger hugged her legs, sitting in the passenger seat, casually chewing a gummy taken from her bag.
The man’s expression was calm, showing no emotion, as he said faintly, "Still not giving up?"
Daisy replied nonchalantly, "I have to at least try, right?"
Waiting passively for disaster was not her style.
The man turned his head slightly to look at her expression, then slowly withdrew his gaze, speaking to her in a gentle tone, "There’s something I seem to have never told you."
"..." Daisy glanced at him.
"If you flee into those deep, secluded mountains, I’m not a native of Banyan City. With my current abilities, it would indeed be difficult to find you."
Daisy silently watched him, realizing that what he was about to say was probably very important.
"So, I made a phone call to my brother."
"..." Daisy clenched her hand tightly, her brows furrowing.
"Do you think, asking him for help, that he would help you deal with me?" The man chuckled lightly, seemingly amused by her naivety, and said in a low voice, "Daisy, the war between him and me has never had anything to do with you. He won’t go against me for your sake unless you are of value to him. But unfortunately, from now on, you are of no use to him anymore."
"...What did you do?"
After a long silence, Daisy couldn’t help but ask.
"He has already gotten what he wanted from me. Of course, I also paid a corresponding price..." He turned his head slightly to look at her, giving her a faint smile, "I’ve pondered for a while whether that price was worth it. But since I’ve already paid so much, a little more doesn’t really matter..."
What did he pay?
Daisy remained silent, not asking further.
No matter what the cost, it was no longer related to her.
All she knew was that from now on, her relationship with him could never be equal again.
*
After returning, Daisy hastily ate a meal and went upstairs.
The flight was at noon tomorrow, but since she had to arrive at the airport an hour early, the time was not sufficient.
On the bed was a small suitcase that Edward Stephens had packed for her.
There weren’t many things to take; Edward said they could be bought after they arrived in Chicago.
Looking at the miscellaneous items on the bed, Daisy had a genuine feeling of really leaving her homeland to settle in a foreign country.
This feeling of coercion was not easy to endure. She sat on the bed, dazed for a while, her mind in chaos, even feeling an impulse to escape today.
Her current distorted relationship with Edward Stephens was something she didn’t want to confront.
She was somewhat fatigued, but ensnared by him, she had no choice but to muster up the energy to cope.
He was too domineering, leaving her no space to breathe, cutting through all options with the decisiveness of a quick knife.
Only leaving one that satisfied him.
Daisy didn’t quite understand how her relationship with him gradually became the twisted and distorted one it was now, unable to be termed "love."
Perhaps, it was merely possessiveness.
She had experienced gentle love like a soft breeze and drizzle, unable to accept his kind of stormy invasion.
That certainly wasn’t love.
Love wouldn’t make someone feel so suffocated.
*
Daisy fell asleep and then woke up again.
The man’s skin was cool, entwined with hers. He seemed to have just taken a cold shower, still exuding a slight chill of spring, causing Daisy to immediately get goosebumps.