Daisy placed her hands around his neck and enjoyed the kiss. She felt lucky that she was loved by such an extraordinary man, that her love for Edward had a happy ending and that her dream came true. She asked for no fame and fortune. All she wanted was to spend the rest of her life with him.
"Now, tell me what happened?" asked Edward. He let go of Daisy and fixed his gaze on her. He wanted to know the answer.
"Nothing, I was just feeling a little depressed," replied Daisy. Daisy tried to avoid eye contact with him, in case he saw something in her eyes.
"Honey, I don't buy it! I love you, so I can sense the subtle change in your behavior. You can't fool me," said Edward. He frowned and started to fix her rumpled hair. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Honey, I don't want to talk about it right now. Give me some time, Okay?" said Daisy in a gooey voice. Every time she spoke in this voice, she got what she wanted. In this regard, Edward was like every other man, proud and childish.
"Alright! But you look ugly now." said Edward. He gently caressed her cheek, then held her tightly and kissed her repeatedly. She was very dear to him.
"Edward, you promised not to make fun of me," complained Daisy. She left his hug and looked at him sadly. She knew she looked ugly but she didn't want to hear it from Edward.
"Yes, I promised. But that was a moment ago. The promise is invalid now," teased Edward. He did it on purpose, to make her argue with him. He wanted her to be lively instead of being depressed. He blamed himself for her sadness.
"Humph! I know I'm not as pretty and charming as your ex-girlfriends. That's why you don't like me," said Daisy. Knowing his intentions, she joked with him. She pretended to be offended, ran straight to the sofa and sat down.
"Honey, are you jealous?" asked Edward. He casually walked up to her and gazed down at her with a meaningful look on his face. She could make fun of him as long as she was amused.
"Fuck off, I'm not jealous at all," Daisy looked up at him. Suddenly she felt anxious.
"Daisy, you're swearing again," Edward frowned. An aloof beauty like Daisy could also swear under some circumstances. How peculiar she was.
"Phew! Don't make a fuss. I swear frequently and you know that. Luckily you're not one of my soldiers. They've heard filthier words," said Daisy casually. She rolled her eyes. What else could she do? You couldn't be too graceful if you stayed in the army for as long as she did. She was known as the devil drillmaster because she had to be tough while training soldiers.
Edward was speechless, he thought, 'Is she a hoodlum? The longer I'm with her, the more she astounds me. I must have been taken in by her appearance!'
"Fortunately I am not your soldier, or I'll report you every day for your impolite language, ''said Edward. The smile on her face suddenly wavered and disappeared. Seeing that, Edward recollected what he had said just now. The word "report" had made her unhappy. He realized, perhaps someone was trying to set her up. Who would do that anyway?
"Honey, carry on with your work! I'll take a nap. Wake me up later." said Daisy. She became upset when she heard the word "report". Having cried for a long time, she was tired now.
"Are you okay? How about we go home now?'' asked Edward. Edward wanted to hit himself. He had tried so hard to make her happy. But now all the efforts were in vain.
"No, please go ahead with your work! I'm okay." said Daisy. She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. She was hinting to end the topic.
"Alright, have a sound sleep. I'll wake you up after work, '' said Edward. He gave a tender kiss on the forehead, turned around and walked to his desk. He thought, 'She must be really exhausted. I've never seen her like this.'
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