"Edward, sing to me," Daisy requested abruptly in the car. Upon hearing her words, Edward stepped hard on the brake. Fortunately, the traffic wasn't heavy on the road.
"Be careful." Daisy narrowly escaped bumping her head. Edward was worried that she might be a bad driver. But he didn't seem to be any better than her. She stared at him angrily, seeming like it didn't occur to her at all how much her words had affected him.
"I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" Edward carefully scanned her. Assured that she was fine, he was relieved. Her words took him by surprise and they sounded illogical to him. He reached for her forehead to see if she was having a fever.
"It's just singing. Why are you acting so dramatically?" Daisy took his hand off her forehead angrily. She had become unreasonable and irritable, a sharp contrast to her usual self.
"Honey, it's not strange to sing a song. I'm just wondering why you suddenly asked for it under the given circumstance." Edward wasn't mad. He was more than happy to tolerate all her unreasonable behaviors. This brought forth her feminine side and made him feel that she needed him.
"I see. You must be a terrible singer. So you are scared. Don't be. I won't make fun of you." Daisy said. Edward didn't know why she thought he couldn't sing. He just wasn't keen on singing.
"Maybe you didn't realize it. Your words sound sarcastic right now. But I don't mind. You will know in the future whether I can sing or not."
Edward smiled resignedly. So far she was the only one that thought he couldn't sing. But he didn't want to take it seriously. A song wasn't really what she wanted right now. She was still in the shock that her mom had been murdered. What saddened her the most was that she knew who killed her mother, but she didn't have any solid evidence to put the murderer away.
"Honey, I don't want to go home." Daisy leaned on Edward. She was exhausted. Her eyes wandered. It seemed she had said those words unconsciously. She might not even know what she was doing.
"Okay. Where do you want to go?" Edward said. He thought it might be just a momentary thought of Daisy's. She might change her mind very soon, but Edward was willing to take her wherever she wanted to go.
"Let's go on a trip. Leave the city and go somewhere nobody knows us." For the first time Daisy wanted to escape from everything. Thinking of the moment when she had left home earlier today, she was too embarrassed to go back home and face Jonathan and Cynthia.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Edward pulled over his car. He would love to go on a trip with her, but he wasn't sure her busy schedule allowed her to do such an impetuous thing.
"I don't know." Daisy felt so fragile, so delicate. She used to endure all the sorrows alone and weep helplessly. Now she had Edward. When she was tired, there was his shoulder for her to lean on. When she was hurt, he would take her into his arms. She wasn't alone anymore.
Edward took a deep breath. He straightened her messy hair affectionately. She looked so frustrated, which didn't conform to the military uniform she was wearing. She was in too much pain to notice that. She looked lifeless as if she had been possessed. Edward had to think her words over.
"Shall we go to Maple Night? It's a great place to relax." Edward carefully measured every sentence he said, trying to figure out what she really wanted.
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