As the man walked away, the oppressive atmosphere and aggressive male presence in the air gradually dispersed with the evening breeze.
Daisy Ginger curled up in the quilt, slowly exhaling a breath.
Her body still felt discomfort, she really didn't want to move, and just thinking about the doorway, knowing Edward Stephens was there, made her feel stifled inside.
She believed she hadn't done anything to wrong him; even if there was a mistake at the beginning, she had been deceived by his mother.
If they tore him and Emily apart, if he wanted to settle accounts, he should first confront Lady Stephens.
Yet he was relentlessly aggressive.
Bit by bit, he squeezed her retreat, as if she, Daisy Ginger, were the person who had wronged him the most in this world.
What had she done to betray him? What right did he have to act so smug in front of her when she had suffered the most all along...
