"Edward, how long will your love for me last? Will you walk out of my life someday? Will you leave me when I get old? Will you suddenly let go of my hand? Will you eventually get tired of me?"
Daisy put her hands around Edward's firm waist and held him tightly. Worried that he might have lost interest in her while he was trying to answer her questions, she kept her head down, afraid to look at him in the eye. She had gone through so many things in the past that she didn't even have enough strength left to make an effort for him. If Edward hurt her, she would fall apart.
"Honey, how little faith you have in me to think such nonsense! I admit that I was a playboy, I never deny it. But that was back when I couldn't find a place to repose my heart. I kept looking until I was lost in the world of turmoil. But I have you in my life now, and I love you. Although I can't promise you the next life, I will love only you in this life."
Edward stroked her lustrous hair gently. His intense eyes looked distant, making him seem like a wandering soul looking for security. His heart hurt deeply for the days without her, for the rotten lifestyle he once had, for the fact that he almost lost her for good, and for the insecurity at the bottom of her heart.
Some said that loving someone was easy, but it was easier said than done. No matter what, he was willing to drop his pride and dignity to give her the deepest love. That was what he wanted to do for her. Besides, he owed her that much. He would rather betray the whole world than let her down.
Daisy realized that her worries were unnecessary. The pleasant air in the room had become depressing due to her groundless suspicions. She still had faith in him, but she had lost confidence in herself. Having seen so many beautiful women around him, sometimes she couldn't help questioning herself. Could she be as attractive or captivating as the women around him? The answer was usually no.
As Edward expected, Daisy drew the attention of the passersby in the streets. But they looked away quickly because of her aloof bearing. Her beauty was unique and natural, which could be reflected without excessive movements.
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