Before Daisy could leave for home, her father had suggested that she have a private moment with Lord Blackthorne to say their goodbyes. However, Daisy had more than a goodbye to say.
Her mind was riddled with questions, and her heart burned with annoyance. She couldn't help but feel that Lord Blackthorne treated her as nothing more than a mere possession.
As they stepped outside onto the terrace, Daisy gently withdrew her hand from his hold. The sunlight peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow on the terrace after a long night of rain. The air was fresh and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and blossoming flowers.
Daisy looked into Lord Blackthorne's eyes, searching to understand him, but his gaze remained inscrutable, offering no clues to his thoughts or feelings.
