Edward Stephens pinched her slender nape and lifted her out of his embrace. He frowned, looking at Daisy Ginger's face.
The sky had darkened, and the shadows in the parking lot were deep and murky.
Daisy's hair, neatly arranged during the day, had a few strands rebelliously fallen by her cheeks at night, softening her sharp features with a touch of gentle femininity.
Even though the light was dim, Edward could still see her eyes clearly.
There was no hint of sadness.
He let out a derisive laugh and mockingly asked, "You like her?"
Daisy pouted, looking a bit unhappy, "What else then?"
Edward: "Wishful thinking."
Daisy snorted, sat back in the passenger seat, turned her head to look out the window, and muttered quietly, "Idiot."
Her voice was barely audible, but Edward still heard it.
So much had happened today; he wasn't in a good mood and had no desire to engage in a pointless argument with her.
