Daisy Ginger's face, in an instant, turned as pale as white paper.
Her pupils contracted violently for a moment, becoming as sharp as needlepoints, and then fierce anger shot out from her gaze.
Her breathing followed suit, becoming rapid, her thin chest heaving, looking at the man in front of her with hatred in her eyes.
Her eyes turned red, tears gradually appeared in her eye sockets, she moved her pale lips, but couldn't utter any words of rebuttal.
This expression like she had been severely struck, made Edward Stephens' expression grow colder.
He knew that the sinister emotions swirling in his heart at the moment were called jealousy.
Even if that man had died eight years ago, he didn't want to see this expression of hurt caused by that man on her face.
