The man sat in the car, his eyes following Daisy Ginger's figure until it disappeared from view. Only then did the emotions he had been holding in seem to overwhelm him, and he leaned wearily against the steering wheel.
One lie requires a hundred more to cover it up.
He should not have fallen in love with Daisy Ginger.
A lifetime as a substitute is unfair to anyone.
The car door slowly opened, and the cold wind brought in a faint fragrance.
"Second Master..."
The woman called softly, her voice suddenly cutting off.
The man's palm rested on her slender neck, pinning her nape against the seatback, nearly cutting off her breath.
Charlotte's pupils contracted for a moment as she looked at Edward Stephens. The man's dark eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.
At that moment, Edward genuinely wanted to kill her.
It was only after nearly a minute that he slowly retracted his fingers. He leaned back against the seat and coldly spat out a single word: "Get out."
