novelraw Chapter 476: Why does he have to be Robert Stephens’ brother?
Chapter 476: Why does he have to be Robert Stephens’ brother?
"... Daisy, divorce James." His voice escaped his throat like a sigh, Daisy trembled all over, barely able to stand, "Please?"
"... Don’t talk nonsense." Daisy forced out the words,
"..." The man lifted his head, quietly watching her, his deep, dark eyes seemed to see everything in her gaze.
Daisy had to calm her trembling breath. She clenched her hands, spoke softly, "Alright, stop it. I have to go back."
Edward Stephens looked at her without speaking.
After a while, he finally rested his forehead on her shoulder, his voice sounding somewhat muffled: "I’m tired."
"..." Daisy, "Go to your room and sleep."
"No."
"..." Daisy felt mildly at a loss for words.
"Stay with me while I sleep."
"... No."
"Then that’s that." He said confidently, "I can fall asleep standing anyway."
Daisy: "..."
She felt utterly exhausted.
"Stop messing around."
"Stay with me while I sleep."
Daisy exhaled: "Let go of me first."
He raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of uncontained victorious satisfaction.
Daisy was momentarily speechless, only managed to give him a push: "Go take your medicine."
"... Okay." Finally satisfied, he took the cold medicine from her hand and returned to the bedroom to take it.
Edward Stephens’ bedroom, as usual, was minimalist in style. Possibly not intended for long stays, there were few signs of personal use, appearing like a model home.
Daisy poured him a glass of water and watched him struggle to swallow various pills, his eyes slightly reddened after finishing the medicine.
Daisy, seeing his pitiful state, felt a bit of heartache, couldn’t help but ask, "Are you okay?"
Even afraid to raise her voice.
Wishing she could reach out and touch his head.
The man glanced at her, set down the water glass, then sat on the bed looking at her.
Daisy understood his hint, sighed softly, approached and gently embraced him.
He hugged her even tighter, the force of it making her feel a twinge of sadness.
After holding her for a while, he lay down with her on the soft bed.
The light was still on, the two facing each other.
His gaze was as clear and gentle as four years ago, even if shaded with gloom, it still held the unique warmth and clarity of this man.
He was a different person from Robert Stephens.
Also a different Edward Stephens.
If she couldn’t be with him, she shouldn’t respond to him at all.
But she, always hesitant.
Time and again, her heart softened.
Refusing to accept Robert’s plan, secretly giving birth to Erin Ginger, even personally taking him to the hospital.
Knowing rationally she shouldn’t do these things, yet unable to help showing him kindness.
Once you like someone, you never can be hard-hearted towards him.
Knowing it’s wrong, yet repeating the same mistake.
Can she indulge in this moment’s warmth, can she gain the forgiveness of those gone?
She won’t get any answers, but her heart can’t help holding onto a bit of hope.
If only Alice Lesser were still alive, if there weren’t so many deaths between them, she could wholeheartedly fall for someone again, without anyone blaming her for shifting affections, after all, this person in front of her also loves her earnestly.
Even though he hasn’t done anything, she can’t be with him anymore, why must he be Robert Stephens’ brother?
The brother of the man who ruined her family and killed so many?