After Daisy Ginger left, Edward Stephens slowly exhaled a breath. He leaned against the counter, looking down at his right hand adorned with a platinum diamond ring, recalling his actions just now, and his brows gradually furrowed.
A moment of madness.
What was he trying to do just then?
He almost...
Unconsciously, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket, and only after taking a slow drag, did his thoughts begin to cool down amidst the biting taste of the tobacco.
Such a beautiful woman, it was perfectly normal for him to have a moment of impulsion.
Moreover, that beautiful woman is now his woman in name; whatever he did to her, he had the law on his side.
--- It was simply testing his self-control.
If he didn't feel anything, he wouldn't be a man.
*
Daisy Ginger returned with a bottle of opened medicated oil.
