Another nightmare.
Daisy Ginger woke from the darkness, drenched in cold sweat.
She was panting, lying on the bed, her bewildered eyes wide open, unable to tell where she was for a moment.
As her mind slowly cleared, Daisy slightly turned her head to look at Edward Stephens sleeping beside her.
Her vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, with the cold moonlight shining through the window, casting a faint indigo glow indoors.
The man's sleeping face looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling gently, his breath caressing her face with a hint of otherworldly tranquility.
Edward Stephens...
She closed her eyes, feeling unable to bear it, lifted the covers, and stepped barefoot onto the floor, grabbing her crutch, quietly making her way out the door.
She went downstairs, poured a glass of ice water from the fridge, then groped her way to the sofa, sitting there, drinking the cold water sip by sip.
