Chapter 183: Chapter 183: "It was Edward Stephens who ruined you.
"..." Daisy Ginger watched him warily, "What do you mean?"
"Edward Stephens, he’s smarter than I imagined." Ian Linton said flatly, "You merely left a scar on my face, and he already started suspecting me. Yesterday, he even sabotaged my company’s surveillance, nearly found you directly in my office."
Daisy Ginger raised her chin slightly, her tone somewhat proud, "Just wait for your doom!"
Looking back now, even before she noticed anything wrong with Ian Linton, Edward had already warned her, saying Ian was quite scheming and needed to be watched out for.
But at that time, she was too busy fighting with him every day to care whether he was right or wrong, just dismissing it all out of habit.
Truly frustrating.
Ian Linton observed her expression, his tone darkening, he murmured, "Director Ginger, you’re still being obstinate.’
He leaned over, grabbing her wrist, and with a quick motion, he lifted her up horizontally. Before Daisy could struggle, she was placed on a wheelchair.
"What do you want to do?!" she demanded sharply.
"Didn’t I say so? Let’s get some sun." Ian stood behind her, looking at her with soft eyes, "This island and villa, I bought them specifically for you. Every plant and tree here was planted to your liking... I’ve been wanting to bring you here for years, finally there’s a chance..."
From his words, Daisy sensed a chilling implication.
He stared at her—how many years had it been?
The island villa was large, and when Ian wheeled her off the elevator, explaining the house’s decorations and furnishings were in line with her style and preferences, Daisy’s arms broke out in goosebumps.
Because Ian wasn’t wrong.
Those paintings and sofa colors were indeed her preferences.
Even, after staying there for a while, she had an illusion that she had designed it herself...
Yet, it was all done by Ian Linton.
Once she thought about it, she immediately snapped back to reality, and even felt a cold sweat forming on her back.
It was terrifying.
All along, when she was oblivious, someone was secretly observing her, scrutinizing all her habits and preferences.
Is there anything more frightening than this?
Unable to hold back, Daisy scolded, "Ian Linton, you’re a psycho!"
She hated to admit, this time, she was truly frightened by him.
How could there be such a madman?
"A psycho?" Ian replied calmly, "Is just loving you, and wanting to please you, a mark of madness?"
"You...!!"
"If Edward Stephens hadn’t returned, I would have intended to just watch you like that for a lifetime." Ian halted his steps, and now, they were by the coastline.
The gentle breeze blew, the azure sea sparkled, seabirds cried, and the sun’s warmth was on their skin, not feeling cold at all.
If Ian wasn’t standing behind her, she might have truly wanted to enjoy the leisurely beauty of the scenery.
"I didn’t dare to possess you, didn’t even dare to touch you, just appearing before you took so much effort. To me, you’re like an untouchable phantom, too perfect, so perfect that just gazing at you feels like a defilement."
"Edward Stephens ruined you."
Ian said softly, coming closer, standing in front of her, looking down at her.
"You’ve changed; you’re no longer the Daisy Ginger I knew."