It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 662

Her sweat-drenched hair clung to her skin. She stroked it back and got out of bed, completely forgetting the injury on her hand. When she tried to get off bed with the support of her hands, it pained a lot. The pain reminded her of her injury and she slowed down her pace. She thought that the nightmare was probably linked to the fight.

She habitually looked back at the other side of the bed. It was empty. She felt a sense of loss.

Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she walked downstairs, she looked refreshed. Seeing Jonathan sitting on the sofa in the living room, she paused a little, and then walked on.

"Morning, Dad. Aren't you going out to exercise today?" Daisy greeted him, wondering what he was pondering so early in the morning.

Jonathan looked at her injured hand, "Morning! Are you going to the army base?" He replied in a low voice, sounding grave.

"Yes. There's been a lot of work to do recently, so I want to start early. Dad, is there something on your mind?" Daisy frowned. Jonathan had never been so dejected before.

"No, there's nothing. Have some breakfast before you go for work. You barely eat anything in the morning. That's unhealthy." There was indeed something on Jonathan's mind.

He had started to make arrangements as soon as he finished the phone call with his son. But he couldn't stop worrying before his men arrived in B Country. This was new to him. Now he realized that he actually cared a lot about all the members of his family. He felt bewildered and scared. The change was too abrupt and too much for him. He felt he didn't even know himself anymore.

"Okay. Are you going to join me or do you want to wait for Mom?" Decades had passed, and Jonathan and Cynthia were still deeply in love. Daisy envied them. They did everything together. There was no space for a third person between them. Daisy understood why Edward had felt neglected by his parents. In the eyes of two lovers, there was only each other and nothing else.

"You go ahead. I'll wait for your Mom." Jonathan stood up. He looked at Daisy and wanted to say something, but the words were frozen on his lips. Then he walked toward his bedroom without a word.

Watching his back, Daisy thought maybe something happened, but Jonathan had already left. She couldn't chase him into his bedroom and ask about it.

"Colonel, what happened to your hand?" Mark screamed when he saw Daisy's hand. Everything had been okay when he dropped her last night.

"It's nothing. Just a small cut. Let's go." Daisy didn't intend to tell Mark about the fight. She knew Mark would keep nagging her if he found out about it.

"It's so thickly bandaged. How can it be a small cut?" Mark complained and got in the car, thinking Daisy must have fought with somebody, and there must have been a group of people fighting with her, because one single person wouldn't have been able to hurt Daisy.

"Mark, are you questioning me?" Daisy rolled her eyes at him sullenly. She had already said it was no big deal, but Mark was still hounding her. Why was he making a fuss about it? She felt annoyed.

"No, Colonel. I dare not do that," Mark answered with a twist of his mouth. He didn't want to be punished again, so he kept his complaints to himself.