EuropeNovelChapter 138: Chapter 137: Understandable
Daisy Ginger walked over, smiled at him, and sat down next to him, ordering a cocktail.
lan Linton said in a low voice, "I actually still love her."
Daisy took a sip of her drink and responded, "Hmm."
"It’s quite pathetic, right?" lan gave a bitter smile, his light brown eyes seeming to hold a whirlpool of pain. "I
clearly still like her, yet | chose to break off the engagement, abandoning her when she needed support the
most."
Daisy was silent for a while, then said, "She doesn’t remember you anymore. Even if you were with her, it would
only be forced."
lan asked, "She doesn’t remember me, so can | be justified in giving up on her?"
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Daisy lifted her hand and took a sip of the cocktail; the alcohol content was high, but it tasted like nothing in her
mouth.
She drank half the glass in one go and said, "Maybe..."
She couldn’t continue speaking.
lan was like a mirror reflecting her own embarrassment in the world of emotions.
She doesn’t remember me, so can | be justified in giving up on her?
| clearly still like her, yet | chose to break off the engagement.
Daisy clenched her hand, lowered her head, and pressed her lips tightly.
Don’t say any more.
Isn’t it even more pathetic and embarrassing for her, who still can’t let go?
She clings to a man who doesn’t belong to her, lingering in the warmth he once gave, afraid of ending up all
alone.
She stayed silent and downed a glass of drink.
Perhaps sensing her bad mood, lan said nothing further, quietly ordering a few more drinks she liked.
After a while, Daisy was already somewhat drunk.
She lay on the bar, frowning a bit wearily, her small face appearing both gorgeous and decadent under the dim
bar lights, like a drunk rose.
lan put down his drink; if Daisy were sober, she’d notice that lan hadn't taken many sips — his glass still full.
lan tilted his head, observing Daisy resting her face on her arm, frowning with her delicate eyebrows. Her hair
lazily draped down, with a few strands falling onto her lips, dampened by the drink, giving off a sense of
decadence yet a lure.
How beautiful, he thought, as his fingers lifted involuntarily to gently stroke her smooth cheek, feeling the soft
warmth at his fingertips. The man’s eyes softly squinted, then he swept aside the stray hairs by her cheek.
"Director Ginger," he leaned in, looking at Daisy's stunning features, gently said, "Lettake you home."
Daisy's brow furrowed in distress, the alcohol magnifying her emotions, exposing the hidden pain in her heart
through her expression at that moment.
"lan..." she felt herself being lifted, and as she opened her eyes, she saw lan’s face; a bit uncomfortable, she
struggled slightly, "Putdown, | can walk..."
"..." lan didn’t respond; his strong arms firmly held her, lifting her from the bar and carrying her out.
Daisy was gently placed in the front passenger seat.
Her mind was hazy, her upper body weakly leaning against the car door, and she was pulled back by lan.
The unfamiliar scent on the man made her uncomfortably open her eyes. lan’s brown eyes were right in front of
her, and his fingers softly combed through her hair, gently saying to her, "Director Ginger."
"If it's really that painful, why not let go?"
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