Edward Stephens lunged forward sharply, but only managed to let the hem of the skirt lightly brush past his fingertips.
She leaned backward and, when she saw him lunge towards her, her face still had a smile on it.
His figure stopped abruptly at the edge of the windowsill, her smiling face still lingered on his retinas, and her gaze towards him carried a resolute finality.
This was probably a nightmare, a nightmare created by Daisy Ginger, sweeping in to completely envelope him.
"Ah——!!"
A sharp scream from a maid downstairs pierced his eardrums. Edward Stephens stood frozen in place, not daring to move.
He didn't even dare to confirm whether the woman lying downstairs was Daisy Ginger or not.
Only when a faint scent of blood wafted into his nostrils with the wind did he seem to awaken from a dream, suddenly rushing out of the bedroom.
