It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 481

Daisy forced a bitter smile. She didn't want to experience anything terrible like that again. Gunfights were stressful all on their own, let alone this one. Killing was never easy. If it was, you'd be insane. The battle had frayed her nerves. Daisy had to admit that she was incapable of facing such a scene again.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Brian asked and studied Daisy carefully up and down. He only felt relaxed when he was sure that Daisy was not hurt.

"I didn't get hurt. But I would be the one lying on the bed in the hospital but for Edward. He used his body to shield me and was shot as a result." Daisy stretched out her hand and touched Brian on his head. She fondled his hair in an amiable way. She was satisfied with her life. She had everything that all women were dreaming of: a husband who loved her heart and soul, a cute son, and beloved family members who cared for her very much. Now, Brian, her lovely brother, was back. She had one more person to love and one more person to love her. She was given everything she longed for, she couldn't wish for more!

"Sis, it's okay." Brian took Daisy gently into his arms. He knew well that Daisy was still haunted by bad memories arising from the horrible gunfight, even if it was in the past. Brian could feel how Daisy felt about Edward from her words and actions. She must love Edward very much. She looked gentle and affectionate whenever she mentioned Edward. But Edward almost died for her. How could Daisy bear the terrible memory of the accident that had nearly killed him?

"Thank you, Brian!" Brian's gentle hug was different from Edward's. Edward always smelled of a hint of jasmine, a scent that was sexually alluring to Daisy. But in Brian's arms, what Daisy felt was the vigor belonging to a young man. Brian's hug was as warm as sunshine, and gave Daisy the energy and vitality that she needed when she was in the darkness. Daisy felt peace in Brian's hug, and lingered longer in his arms to absorb the positive energy she needed.

Mark knew nothing about Brian, he didn't even know he existed. He felt puzzled when he picked up and answered Daisy's cell phone that she had forgotten in the back seat. He wondered where the hell this so-called brother came from. Daisy seemed like a riddle in Mark's opinion. He never heard anything about Daisy's husband and brother. Both of them popped up all of a sudden. Was there anyone else that Daisy would introduce to him in a sudden surprising way?

It was natural for Mark to feel confused about Daisy's personal relations. After all, he had been Daisy's aide for quite a few years. He had never heard of or seen any of them. And it indeed surprised him that Daisy's brother was the handsome man who had crashed into his car the other morning. As far as Mark recalled, however, Daisy seemed to be aloof to her brother on that day, as though they were strangers. But they were close to each other now. What the hell happened? It seemed Daisy's love affair was not the only thing that Mark didn't know about. Even Daisy herself had turned out to be a mystery.

"Why are you here?" Edward frowned when he saw Brian step into the so-called VVIP ward. He wondered whether Brian was here to screw up his moment with Daisy again. He would never forget how Brian had messed up his date with his beloved wife last time.

"Just to have a look at the hospital, of course! Why do you ask? Do you think I'm here to pay you a visit?" Brian paid no attention to Edward's unwelcome attitude. He understood the more Edward behaved disagreeably toward him, the more threatened Edward must feel. Edward's jealousy would mean that he was truly in love with Daisy. Otherwise, Edward wouldn't care about his close relationship with Daisy at all.

"I'm sorry. You must have misunderstood me. I really don't think you are here to visit me. So please, be my guest. Have a look around the ward. Stay as long as you like. Maybe you'll need it in the near future. It's good idea to get to know the place in advance." Edward didn't give up easily, and was always spoiling for a fight. He gave no quarter, and asked none. He was always the man who mocked and never the man who was mocked.