Chapter 340: Chapter 339: Jiu’er, will you fall in love with me?
The phone held in her hand was snatched away in an instant by the other party.
"My phone!"
Daisy called out instinctively, watching as the person disappeared into the crowd, furrowing her brows in frustration.
A man hurried over and pulled her up from the flower bed, his expression more serious than ever: "Are you alright?!"
Daisy was still upset about her phone, all her unbacked up data was in it, lost forever now!
She clutched Edward Stephens’ hand, "Let’s go to the police!"
The man held her shoulders, looking at her face, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
His demeanor was so severe that Daisy calmed down a bit, she checked herself and shook her head, "It seems...no."
"..." Edward didn’t speak, he only reached out to hold her hand, turning her palm over to see the scratches left by the flower bed.
Daisy’s tender palm was scraped, dirtied with a mix of soil and blood.
He gripped her wrist tightly, seemingly releasing a long-held breath, his entire body relaxed a little.
"It’s good you’re okay." He said quietly, "Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up, to see if there are other injuries."
"..." Daisy originally intended to say it’s just minor scratches, but seeing the man’s worried pale face and slight cold sweat on his forehead, she felt an undefined sense of warmth, obediently letting him call for a car.
In the car, Daisy’s hand was gently held by him, his palm was cool, slightly moist with sweat, sitting beside her, eyes closed with exhaustion.
She turned her head to look at him, feeling that he was really not okay at the moment, although she was the one robbed, it seemed he was more startled.
Daisy felt something she couldn’t quite explain, even though she was still resentful of his deceit and coercion, it was hard to pretend she felt nothing when he cared so anxiously for her.
She squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him, "I’m alright. Don’t worry pointlessly."
"..." The man seemed startled by her words, opened his eyes, his deep gaze settling on her face.
"It’s just a little scratch, there’s no need to make a fuss." Daisy scratched her nose, "I was raised like a boy since childhood, little wounds like this are nothing. They don’t hurt."
Right now, what hurts most is her phone that was stolen.
Edward glanced down at the hand Daisy held, after a moment he said, "I’ve already contacted the police. These thieves work in gangs, there’s surveillance at the pharmacy entrance, we should be able to find it back soon."
Upon hearing this, Daisy cheered up: "Then it’s fine? I didn’t really lose anything, why are you worried?"
Edward studied her face, his expression shadowed in the dim car, he reached out to touch her face and softly asked, "Daisy, if I treat you well, will you love me?"
Daisy froze for a moment, lifting her curled lashes to look at the man’s deeply profound expression.
In his eyes was cautious probing and intense struggle, ice and fire burning simultaneously, strikingly visible.
Daisy gradually toned down her smile, lowered her head, and fell silent.
Edward watched her reaction, seemingly unsurprised, he fell silent too, but the struggle and probing in his eyes were gradually fading.
"I don’t know either." Daisy suddenly said, "But surely no one would like someone who treats them badly?"