Edward Stephens' hands were long and fair, firm and steady, as the cigarette butt rested in his palm, not moving a bit, holding her jaw.
Her head was forced upwards, meeting the man's eyes, deeper and darker than most, hiding anger and inquiry, but lacking what she desired.
She felt Edward Stephens' cool fingertips lightly touch the corner of her eye, Daisy Ginger stood there without blinking, looking at him coldly.
Edward's hand wrapped around hers, holding her cigarette butt in his palm, his gaze fell, quietly observing Daisy's face, then he sighed softly.
He said, "Don't get too close to Ian Linton, he's no good."
"Emily's illness hasn't been diagnosed even now, they're living and eating together every day, Ian can't be unrelated."
"She's just a madwoman now, she can be quieter when I'm there, she seems to like you a lot too. If you don't want me to stay there, you can go be with her for me."
Daisy asked, "In what capacity are you speaking to me now?"
