Chapter 273: Chapter 273 Bullying Her
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"You once said, this marriage of ours, is something I took from Emily Ginger’s hands..."
"Daisy!" Edward Stephens interrupted her, reaching out, tightly clutching her cold, lifeless fingers. His tone was somewhat harsh, "We’ve been together for so long, can you really not see if I’m sincere or not?!"
"Then what are you hiding from me? Who is that woman? What is your relationship with her, and why do you have to hide your conversations from me?" Daisy’s voice also rose slightly. She really didn’t want to argue with him. They came out to eat happily, so why argue over someone insignificant?
But she felt anxious. She thought she had truly grasped him, but why did she increasingly feel that he was like a wisp of wind, ready to leave at any moment?
The more she knew him, the more she didn’t understand. She missed too much of his past, leaving his current self blurred and unclear.
"Who is that woman?" Daisy took a deep breath, looked up at him, "I feel that tonight, I must know this."
No woman can tolerate her husband being ambiguous with a pretty woman right in front of her.
She can’t stand it, nor is she willing to endure it.
Edward Stephens looked at her but didn’t speak.
Under the light, his face remained gracefully handsome, yet as Daisy looked at him, for some reason, he seemed increasingly unfamiliar.
For a moment, it was as if he had transformed into another man she didn’t recognize at all.
"Not willing to talk?" Daisy looked at him, her gaze bright and cold, suddenly raising her hand to grasp the door handle, giving a cold smile, "Then I’ll go ask her myself."
She turned around, about to open the door, when the man grabbed her arm. Daisy struggled briefly, only to be embraced by him.
"Daisy," he said softly, "I love you."
Daisy was momentarily shaken.
"I really love you." His breath caressed her ear, inexplicably sounding slightly tremulous, "Please believe me, won’t you?"
This slight tremble made her heart ache piercingly.
She had never been willing to let him be troubled.
Daisy slowly looked up at him from within his embrace. The man’s deep black eyes reflected her pale face. She raised her hand, gently caressing Edward Stephens’ cheek, her eyes reddening slightly.
"Edward," she whispered, "I love you too. But, I cannot accept you being entangled with another woman. She’s already in front of me, and yet you can’t even give me an explanation." She slowly pushed away from his embrace, tears gathering in her eyes falling down, "You want me to unconditionally accept everything about you, yet you refuse to give me an explanation. Such love is too selfish."
She opened the car door and stepped out, "Let’s not meet for a few days. I hope that when we see each other again, you can give me a satisfactory answer."
She finished speaking, turned around, and left without looking back.
Edward Stephens didn’t come out.
The cold wind blew, and Daisy felt a bit chilly. She wrapped her thin wool coat tightly around her, finally unable to hold back, squatting down and burying her face in her legs, crying.
Grievance, too much grievance.
She’s willing to sacrifice everything for him, not seeking the same in return, only hoping that when she needs an explanation, he doesn’t hide from her.
But even this little request, Edward Stephens couldn’t promise.
The former Edward Stephens, how could he bully her like this?