It was the second time Edward had entered this small but sweet apartment. It felt totally different from the last time he came here. At that time, he was only curious about her. But today, he came here with love and care for her, so he had different feelings when he saw the same scene.
His fingers swept over every object within his reach, and they finally paused on a stack of old newspapers which were well-preserved in the study. He frowned in curiosity and picked one off the stack. Each one was about him. In the photo on the cover, he had a charming and cunning smile, while gently gazing at the popular young model beside him. If he hadn't seen the photo, he never would have even remembered it or the article with it. He was dating a young model at the time, and he booked the whole hotel to hold a birthday party for her, or so the story read.
Edward sneered at the report. It seemed that the media was exaggerating. If he wasn't mistaken, he only booked a floor to hold a small party to celebrate her birthday, rather than the whole hotel. He threw the tabloid down in disgust, But suddenly he noticed there were several handwritten words on the newspaper. He picked it up again and read carefully.
It read 'What a romantic birthday party. But it's not for me. Although that handsome man is my husband, he has never appeared in my world. So he doesn't know that today is my birthday too. When he is celebrating a birthday for another woman, I can only stupidly stare at my son's face, which resembles his. That's the only way to show how much I miss him now. '
There were not many words, but Edward was shocked. He quickly flipped through the newspaper and found the date, it was written four months ago. After knowing this, he eagerly took up the next piece of newspaper and read it. The contents of the newspaper were still about him, but this time, the woman who stood beside him was a different one. And there were still handwritten sentences beside the story.
'Jessica, she is a very beautiful woman with a nice look and attractive figure, which make her every move enticing to men. I suppose that's why Edward has loved her for so many years. But does he know that there is another woman -- me -- who is not far from him and has spent several sleepless nights because of her son's high fever? '
The handwriting was very delicate, which was different from Daisy's cold demeanor. The words pained his heart. He lost his mind and picked up yet another newspaper. It was still about him, looking handsome. But her handwriting was a little scrawled, not as careful as what he had seen before.
Edward, while you were playing cheerfully with the woman in the pool, do you know what happened to me? I just survived a life-and-death fight. Ten days after this piece was published, I finally got the chance to grumble here. Do you know who appeared in my mind the moment when I was stabbed by the gangster? It was not my lovely Justin. It was you, who has never paid any attention to me. Ridiculous, right? If it were possible, I would rather not have fallen in love with you. Because such torture is already beyond my ability to bear. But you still don't know anything, right? "
Edward collapsed on the ground, his hands trembling with the newspaper. 'Oh! She said she loves me. It turns out that she began to love me when I even didn't know that she existed. I now know that when she looked at me and seemed lost in thought, she was not thinking of someone else. She has actually been obsessed with me all this time.'
"Mr. Edward, are you okay?" Mark asked, doubtfully. He looked at Edward, who was sitting on the ground, image be damned. He wondered what made him act so strange.
Oh! Nothing. Have you found everything Daisy needs?" asked Edward. Edward closed his eyes firmly and asked, almost in a choked voice.
"Yes, Everything is ready. I'm going to meet with the Colonel, so..." Mark gazed at Edward doubtfully. He didn't know how to express what he wanted to say to him.
"Mark, can I stay here a little longer?" asked Edward. He looked at the piles of newspapers which he hadn't finished reading. He wanted to stay here and know more about how Daisy spent her days without him.
"Okay. But please don't mess with her newspapers. Those are her most cherished things, " said Mark. He didn't know what was in the newspapers. But Daisy had made it clear to him that he could move everything in the study except for the newspapers. He was forbidden to even look at them. So he followed the rules like he was supposed to. With the newspapers piling up, his curiosity grew with each passing day. But he never tried to look what was in the newspapers. It would violate the colonel's privacy, and he was not supposed to pry.
"Okay!" I see. Thank you, " said Edward with a bitter smile. 'Daisy. You love me. But why don't you let me know? Do you think you can have me only by keeping these newspapers?' thought Edward.
"Okay. I'm out of here. Remember to lock the door when you leave, " said Mark who was holding Daisy's things. He looked at the piles of newspapers which were apparently moved by Edward, and assumed that Daisy would not be angry about this.
"Mark, when you see Daisy, tell her to call me, " said Edward. Edward was very depressed now. He didn't even know what he was feeling. What he really wanted to do was to hold Daisy and tell her that she really won his heart by keeping these newspapers. 'From now on, my heart only belongs to you. Daisy, ' thought Edward.
"Okay. I'll let her know. Bye, Mr. Edward, " said Mark, walking out of the apartment. 'Edward looks very sad today. This makes me sad too. I wonder what is in these newspapers that can make him so emotional, ' thought Mark. Edward watched him leave. Then he shifted his focus back to the newspapers. He took out one on the bottom. The newspaper was published years earlier. Because the ink of the handwriting faded a little. But it was still readable and broke his heart.
'The military surgeon told me that I am pregnant. A new life will come into my world. When I saw his picture in the newspaper, I felt very excited. I drove to FX International Group and waited outside in a corner. But when I saw him coming out with a starlet in his arms and was surrounded by journalists, I was desperate. I finally left without hesitation. Maybe he never remembers that there is a Daisy in his world. Then why should I invite insult to myself? '
There were several handwritten sentences in every issue of the newspaper. The sentences were short, but they recorded all her agony and helplessness. She was good at writing, Edward thought. Then he took out another issue carefully. Only then did he realize what a decadent life he had led before. All the photos in these newspapers showed him with different women, while he always remained handsome-looking and vigorous. There was never a trace of depression on his face. Compared to Daisy's sadness and loneliness, he was always very happy and bright.