Chapter 272: Chapter 272: "First Love?
On the last meal, Daisy Ginger didn’t eat either. She paid the bill and went straight back to the car to wait for Edward Stephens.
Sitting in the car, Daisy Ginger rummaged through her bag, but couldn’t find any cigarettes—only a lighter. It dawned on her that being with Edward Stephens for so long had made her quit smoking.
Yet her mood turned sour at that moment, and the craving resurfaced strongly, making her really want to suppress it with nicotine.
Edward Stephens indeed never told her about his time in the United States.
Only after meeting Eve a few months ago did she know a bit about his past. Other than that, she had no knowledge about his eight years there.
Previously, she thought not knowing wasn’t a big deal. She actually wasn’t very concerned about those eight years of Edward Stephens’ life; she always cared about him as a person and the little things in their past and present interactions.
But now, that inexplicable woman appearing in front of him suddenly made her care about Edward Stephens’ past—the eight years of life she wasn’t part of. What did he experience? Whom was he with? What’s the relationship between that pretty woman and him?
Daisy Ginger had to admit, she was jealous.
Emily Ginger didn’t make her feel any sense of crisis. In her eyes, she couldn’t even be considered an ex-girlfriend.
She was extremely agitated, opened the car window to let the cold wind in, trying to cool down her heated mind.
There was no response from Edward Stephens’ side all along. Daisy Ginger leaned against the passenger seat, feeling the cold wind for a while, and wasn’t sure if she caught a cold as her body alternated between feeling cold and warm.
It took more than half an hour for Edward Stephens to walk out of the hotel. His expression was calm, and under the lights, his sharply defined face showed a touch of unhideable gloom.
"Who is that woman?" Daisy Ginger coughed lightly, turned her head to look at him, and asked softly.
"...Someone I knew before."
Daisy Ginger asked again, "First love?"
"Daisy Ginger," the man’s voice carried a hint of weariness. He pinched his brow and spoke softly, "I’ll handle this. Her coming to see me isn’t like what you imagine."
Daisy Ginger’s gaze fell directly on his face. She wasn’t satisfied with this reply.
But she knew inside, if Edward Stephens didn’t want to talk, she seemed helpless.
In this relationship, she had to admit, she was indeed the humble one.
"What do I imagine it to be?" She looked at his face. "Why did she come to see you?"
"Daisy Ginger," the man sighed lightly, looked at her pale face, seemingly feeling sorry for her, and reached out to gently hold her close. "I won’t do anything that would hurt you. I’ll handle this. Do you trust me, okay?"
Daisy Ginger buried her face in his embrace, and smelled the faint scent of woman on his coat.
This whiff of fragrance struck her nerves sharply, piercing her heart.
She felt a bit sad, but above all, she felt wronged.
In matters of emotion, it’s difficult to talk about fairness, but until now, he hasn’t given her enough sense of security.
This is the truth.
"This is not a matter of trust." Daisy Ginger lowered her head, her face translucent and pale under the light. "I just think, we’re already married, and you’re still hiding so many things from me. This isn’t right."
Edward Stephens’ pupils seemed to be slightly pricked by her words. He stared at her but didn’t speak.
Daisy Ginger raised her head and looked at his face. With some helplessness, she said, "Is it because I liked you first that I’m not even qualified to ask about your past?"