It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 619

She was only a few steps away from him. However, it seemed to him that it would take his entire life to get to her. Men do not cry easily unless they are deeply hurt. The moment Edward touched Daisy's bloodstained body, his heart missed a beat and his eyes blurred with tears.

"Edward..." She curled up and tried to hug herself at the sight of him. Was he really here? Or was it just an illusion? Was it only the remembrance of her man moments before her death?

"It's me, Daisy." Holding back his grief, he murmured to her with his lips quivering. In the meantime, he quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around her as gently as possible. He tried not to touch her wounds.

"So it is really you. You have really come for me..." Clinging on to his coat, Daisy simply gazed at him. Her lips were dry and chapped because of dehydration.

"Sorry, I am late!" Then with profound gentleness, he held her tight in his arms. A drop of tear fell quietly from the corner of his eyes and rested onto her neck. She could feel the chill of his sadness when his tear touched her skin.

"I'm fine, really. Because I knew you would definitely come and save me." She dared not meet his gaze or move a muscle. Daisy would rather let him wrap his arms around her waist, and feel his tenderness.

"Thank you for your trust, my dear. But I'm sorry that I failed you today," said Edward in a deep and shaky voice, which was full of regret and bitterness.

"Don't cry for me, Edward. Not now, not in front of so many people. They may laugh if they see you like this." She bashfully looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that others were still involved in a fight.

"I don't care. They can just laugh if they want," sniffed Edward indifferently. But he suddenly noticed that in the very air he breathed in, there was a smell of blood. He snapped out of his remorse and lifted up the coat to check her over. When he saw the bleeding wound on her shoulder, he felt breathless and grief stricken. His face darkened. He turned around and coldly looked at those gangsters, who were now crushed to the ground.

"Now, tell me who is responsible for my wife's injuries?" asked Edward in a cold voice while he rose up slowly. Patronizing them, he now looked like a remote, transcendent and inviolable king, who could show off his power and position with merely a few words. There was contempt in his eyes. He looked down at those monsters lying on the ground as some drying worms rather than humans.

"Oh, dear Daisy, I bet you enjoyed your erotic moment a lot! Don't worry, everyone can share your rapture, and see how licentious and shameless you are later through the video." Just then, Jessica came in, forced by Luke. She was closely followed by Mary. Then, Justin appeared, being held by Jonathan.

"Of course, it was indeed wonderful. Would you like to give it a try, Jessica?" The moment Daisy saw her face, she tried hard to resist the urge of tearing her apart. Hatred was written all over her cold yet beautiful face while she was glaring at her with anger.