Daisy kept abreast with the new weapons and equipment that were constantly emerging, and she had experience in assisting the elites from the army by discussing their advantages and disadvantages. But this was the first time that she had received such an official document that requested her to complete an important task. Daisy realized that a strong background really mattered for social climbers even in the military, where people could easily pass off fake as genuine.
If she was still the poor single mother colonel who lived in obscurity, rather than the wife of the CEO of FX International Group, would they still treat her so politely? The possibility was next to none.
And what were Edward's true intentions? First, he invited the military officers to attend the anniversary ceremony of the FX International Group. Then she discovered that he was the sponsor behind the weapons purchase. She had a feeling that the two were closely connected. What was Edward thinking about? Lost in deep thought, Daisy didn't notice that the man lying on the bed motionlessly started to furrow his handsome eyebrows slightly. His beautiful eyelashes fluttered, followed by his opening eyelids. The first thing he saw was blurry snow-white blankness. It was so pure and serene that he felt like he was in paradise. Edward slightly moved his body and found that he was too weak to move. Waves of pain filled his chest. What happened to him? Where was he?
He closed his eyes again, searching his memory for what happened. He remembered encountering some arms dealers after he and Daisy left the auction. Then a fierce gunfight followed. Yes, the gunfight. He focused on the memory, but the image that filled his mind suddenly made him very anxious. He opened his eyes in panic.
Where was Daisy? The last thing he remembered was a gangster covered in blood pointing his gun at Daisy. He screamed and ran to Daisy, and that was where his memories ended. He had no idea what happened next. He only remembered falling into a deep sleep. His dreams were filled with sounds of someone crying. The sobbing was extremely sad and somber, it was heartbreaking.
Edward shifted his gaze slightly and a familiar beautiful figure immediately came into view. Although she had her head lowered and most of her face was covered by her hair, he instantly recognized the woman to be his sweetheart, the aloof beauty Daisy.
But what was she looking at? What was in the document in her hands that interested her so much? Was the document more important than him?
He licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. If it hadn't been for the constant crying he heard in his dreams, his exhaustion would have made him want to sink into deep sleep forever. But there were too many things that he was reluctant to leave behind. He still had to make up for the love he owed his beloved wife. And there were too many things he still had to experience with his son Justin as well. He couldn't be so irresponsible. No matter how hard and difficult it was, he had to hold on and come back to her.
Edward gazed at his wife ardently. Although he really wanted to take her into his arms, he didn't want to interrupt her. She looked so engrossed in reading the document. He focused his gaze on her silently, as if trying to carve her deep into his heart so she would never leave his side again.
Daisy pursed her lips and gave a self-deprecating smile. She didn't want to think too much about this anymore. No matter what Edward did, she believed that he did it for her well-being.
When she tucked her hair that had fallen over her face handsomely, her eyes suddenly met with Edward's. Gazing into his deep blue eyes, Daisy sprang up from the chair in shock, the document in her hands slipping from her grasp and scattering all over the floor.
"You... "Honey... You... You've finally woken up! You frightened me to death, I was so worried!" Daisy walked to Edward's side with joy. The sudden happiness she felt made her falter with her words. At the sight of Daisy's red and swollen face, Edward frowned deeply.
"What happened to your face?" Edward ignored her when she lowered her head and affectionately rubbed her face against his. Why was her face swollen like this? He remembered that before he lost consciousness, there were only small scratches on her face. She didn't have any serious injury. How did she get hurt?
Biting her lower lip, Daisy also chose to ignore his question. She gazed at him obsessively. Even though he was ill, he still looked very handsome. His voice was hoarse from not speaking for a long time, but it was still appealing to Daisy's ears.
"Daisy, I'm asking you a question. Didn't you hear me? What..." Edward started coughing. It was difficult to speak when he tried to raise his voice a little. He felt a great ripping pain in his chest.
"Are you okay? Oh, I almost forgot!" Daisy became anxious at the sight of Edward's anguished face. At the same time, she remembered that Tom told her to call for him when Edward woke. Turning around to send for Tom, she was surprised when she felt Edward grab her wrist. Although his grip was weak, it stopped Daisy from walking further.
Where are you going?" Edward's face was pale. He didn't know why she was suddenly rushing to leave him when he finally gained consciousness.
I'm going to call for Tom. He needs to examine you. Does it still hurt a lot? Seeing Edward awake made Daisy excited. But the sight of him suffering made her very miserable.
Don't go. You can ring the bell to notify the nurse. You have to tell what happened to your face first. Edward seemed very persistent to know the answer. He didn't even care to know about his condition when he woke up. Wanting to know what had happened to Daisy's swollen face, he felt reluctant to let her leave the room.