Chapter 319: Chapter 318: But He Aggressively Pressed
As the man walked away, the oppressive atmosphere and aggressive male presence in the air gradually dispersed with the evening breeze.
Daisy Ginger curled up in the quilt, slowly exhaling a breath.
Her body still felt discomfort, she really didn’t want to move, and just thinking about the doorway, knowing Edward Stephens was there, made her feel stifled inside.
She believed she hadn’t done anything to wrong him; even if there was a mistake at the beginning, she had been deceived by his mother.
If they tore him and Emily apart, if he wanted to settle accounts, he should first confront Lady Stephens.
Yet he was relentlessly aggressive.
Bit by bit, he squeezed her retreat, as if she, Daisy Ginger, were the person who had wronged him the most in this world.
What had she done to betray him? What right did he have to act so smug in front of her when she had suffered the most all along...
More humility you couldn’t find, more attempts to please you couldn’t imagine, in the year of their marriage, had she ever caused him any grievance?
She had believed him to be someone else, and to make amends, she had almost exhaustively and cautiously protected the relationship between them, even during arguments, she was willing to forgive as long as he apologized.
Why should he present a face of being wronged by her?
Even if she owed him a life, she owed no part of him to Edward Stephens.
Daisy Ginger hugged her legs, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
She had been played by the Stephens family, and ended up with nothing, losing both her assets and her emotions.
She pursed her lips and, dragging her sore body, slowly got off the bed, opened the wardrobe, and changed into a somewhat conservative dress.
She buttoned the dress up to her neck and let her hair down to cover the marks on her shoulders.
She went out and saw the man leaning against the wall at the doorway, looking up at the moonlit sky.
Seeing her come out, he turned his head and glanced sideways at her.
Daisy Ginger stood a meter away from him, looking at his eyes full of possessiveness and dominance, feeling it was necessary to clarify their relationship.
She said to Edward Stephens, "Let’s talk, shall we?"
Her tone was very gentle.
Daisy Ginger felt it was even humble.
The man sensed something, his eyes dangerously narrowed at her, reaching out a hand: "Come here."
Daisy Ginger stood firm at the door, "Let’s talk right here."
Edward Stephens looked at her expression, coldly laughing: "If I don’t do something to you, do you get excited?"
Daisy Ginger was angered by his flippant tone, her pretty face also turned cold, she said stiffly: "Edward Stephens, you better show some respect!"
Edward Stephens stood up straight from the corner, slowly walked over, stood in front of Daisy Ginger, scrutinizing her tense expression, lowered his gaze close to her small face, whispered: "Daisy Ginger, I just realized—how badly you need to be dealt with?!"
He trapped her between the door and himself, stretched out a finger to her crimson lips, mocked softly: "Daisy Ginger, I don’t want to talk with you, I also feel there’s nothing left to talk between us. Since you dared to run, I feel I don’t need to show you any more tender affection, what you once promised me, no matter how you felt at that time, I need you to deliver now."
Daisy Ginger was ignited by his mocking tone.
She pushed him away with force, furious beyond measure: "What the hell gives you the right?! I owe anyone but you, Edward Stephens, wherever I want to go, I will go, what right do you have—"
The man stood in front of her, not budging an inch, lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Daisy Ginger, it was you who mistook someone, not me."
He scoffed coldly, grabbed her chin, lifting her face up, lowered his gaze at her eyes, brightened with anger, chuckling softly: "Weren’t you deeply in love with him? How come you didn’t notice while you were with me? If there really were spirits in heaven, watching you hold me, do you think he would regret having saved you?"