Daisy Ginger finished her shower and came out, deliberately wearing a long-sleeved nightgown to cover the bruises on her shoulders from Ian Linton's grip.
There wasn't any special reason, just simply not wanting Edward Stephens to see them.
Anyway, she would handle the matter with Ian Linton herself.
Edward Stephens was leaning against the bedhead with his eyes closed, relaxing, until the bed dipped slightly as Daisy climbed up.
He turned to the side and opened his eyes to look at Daisy.
Her hair was already dry, emitting a faint fragrance of shower gel, it lay fluffy and loose over her shoulders, the air filled with a light scent of roses.
Daisy leaned against the bedhead, applying a face mask, and noticed Edward's gaze, casting him a glance.
The man looked at her quietly, with seemingly no special emotion in his eyes, but just being gazed at by his deep ink-like eyes felt very affectionate.
It's almost cheating.
