Chapter 320: Chapter 319: Why can’t you leave me any dignity?
Daisy Ginger’s face, in an instant, turned as pale as white paper.
Her pupils contracted violently for a moment, becoming as sharp as needlepoints, and then fierce anger shot out from her gaze.
Her breathing followed suit, becoming rapid, her thin chest heaving, looking at the man in front of her with hatred in her eyes.
Her eyes turned red, tears gradually appeared in her eye sockets, she moved her pale lips, but couldn’t utter any words of rebuttal.
This expression like she had been severely struck, made Edward Stephens’ expression grow colder.
He knew that the sinister emotions swirling in his heart at the moment were called jealousy.
Even if that man had died eight years ago, he didn’t want to see this expression of hurt caused by that man on her face.
Daisy Ginger lowered her lashes, raised her hand silently to grab the hand squeezing her jaw, and, without saying a word, forcefully pried it apart. Tears condensed in her eyes fell quietly, she wept silently, resisting him, rejecting him, refusing him.
Edward’s eyes turned even darker, he reached out and grabbed her nape as if gripping a cat, pinning her against the door panel, lowering his head to approach her resistant face, and coldly said: "Daisy Ginger, open your eyes and see clearly who I am!"
"Stop living in past illusions, guarding a dead man for a lifetime, is it fun?!"
"Hiding here to avoid reality, look at you, isn’t it ridiculous?!"
"If you really love him so much, then die with him. I want to see if you are really willing to die for a man who died eight years ago!"
...
As if deliberately gutting her heart, every word he said was like a blade, each word cutting her heart.
Daisy Ginger looked at him, unable to say a word, only tears continuously rolled from her eyes, her hands pressing against his chest, trembling nonstop.
Like a bow about to break, silently emitting a desperate cry.
After what seemed like forever, she finally mustered the strength to speak.
Her voice was very light, like a plea, softly asked: "Edward Stephens, I have nothing left. You have so much, why can’t you leave me a little dignity?"
"...Even if I wronged everyone in the world, I didn’t wrong you! What right do you have to judge me, what right do you have?!"
Towards the end, her voice gradually became sharp.
Edward looked at her anger, his expression indifferent.
As if her current pain meant nothing to him.
"Daisy Ginger," he raised his hand, stroked her tear-soaked, cold cheek, and whispered, "I own very little, so little that there’s only you left. Do you believe me?"
"What makes you feel you haven’t wronged me? This year, have you truly looked at me except for now? When you call my name, who are you thinking of in your heart, you know very well."
He bowed his head, grinding against her cold lips.
The tip of his tongue tasted the salt of tears.
"One mistaken identity, and you think everything can be settled? Have you ever thought about what I should do?"
"You can’t be so selfish."
Daisy Ginger retreated, her lips bitten to bleeding by him.
She raised her tear-blurred lashes, looked at the face of the man so close in the tears.
His gaze was dark, like a dense net, capturing her within his eyes.
Such cold and possessive eyes, that person would never have.
They were not the same person, though the same face, the same name.
So distinctly different.