Daisy Ginger was taken aback for a long time and didn't come back to her senses.
That night, the person who took her to the hotel room, helping her with the drug's effects, but did nothing else...
Was it Edward Stephens?
She recalled the half-finished cigarette butt in the ashtray and the man's deep, dark gaze upon her.
To part ways so decisively, and yet, upon meeting again in such circumstances, he still chose to help her, did he?
Her heart ached with a sharp, hidden pain. Daisy took a soft breath, as if she couldn't bear it, squatted down on the spot, and buried her face in her knees.
"Daisy?"
Daisy's reaction startled Elena Raven; she panicked slightly and squatted down with her.
Did she say something wrong?
Or did that man actually do something to her?
Daisy lifted her head again, the corners of her eyes were red.
"Daisy, what's wrong?"
