"Have I been sleeping the whole time? Daisy frowned when she saw the man standing in front of her, with deep-set eyes, sunken cheeks, a furrowed face and un-groomed beard and hair. Hadn't he always been careful about his dress and appearance? Why had his habits changed so drastically?

  "Not very long. But it seems like ages to me, " said Edward sadly. He took her hands gently, and put them on his face, feeling her soft skin. He was so elated and relieved that he had forgotten how bad he looked right now.

  "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to have worried you." Daisy's mouth twitched slightly. She wanted to give Edward a broad smile and comfort him. But a fit of pain assaulted her, and nearly took her breath away.

  "What's wrong? Does it hurt? I'll bring Tom in." Daisy's pain made Edward panic. He was about to turn around and rush to Tom.

  "Don't bother. I'm fine. It hurts slightly when I try to smile, " explained Daisy in a hurry. Meanwhile, her heart trembled. She was afraid that her face might have been marred by scars. Would Edward care if he had an ugly wife?

  "Well, the wound on your face hasn't healed yet. It takes time. So you might feel pain from time to time. But believe me, you'll be fine." Edward shot a worried glance at Daisy. Although her health was much better through Tom's heroic efforts, Jessica had injured her face so badly that the wound hadn't scabbed. Due to immense guilt, Edward didn't dare to look Daisy in the eyes. However, as far as Daisy was concerned, Edward had deliberately avoided her glances because she now looked ugly, and he didn't love her any more.

  "Am I that ugly? Am I disgusting?" Daisy suddenly went pale. She thought she must be disgustingly ugly, otherwise, Edward wouldn't have averted his eyes.

  "Don't be silly. You're irreplaceable and beautiful no matter what you look like. I love you, darling. I love you forever. Now, get some rest." Edward bent over and kissed Daisy tenderly on her eyelids. As he said, Daisy was his one true love, and no other women could compete with her in his heart.

  "I'm not being silly. I just said what all of you are thinking of right now." Daisy bit her lip slightly and sadly. She knew that human beings had the right to pursue whatever they believed was good and beautiful. So, she wasn't surprised at Edward's response.

  "Do you really think of me that way? Am I a shallow and ungrateful man in your mind, who abandons his wife because of a scar on her face?" Although Edward had been well prepared to be doubted a

  his wife. Especially after he found the yellowish album in Justin's bag and reviewed it, he was actually in no mood to deal with other things.

  "Edward, do me a favor and tell me the truth. As far as you're concerned, why does everyone hate me?"

  She sighed and got confused whenever she recalled what Jessica had done to her and her son. She rarely made enemies, nor contracted enmity with others. How come she was hated by almost everybody?

  "It's not your fault. You know, you just fell in love with an outstanding man and made other women jealous. It's more my fault than yours. And their hatred of you means they're sad and inadequate." By saying this, Edward sounded extremely proud of himself and overly confident. But honestly speaking, he wasn't. After all, it was because of him that Daisy got involved and hurt badly.

  "Don't make a fool of yourself. You're just embarrassing yourself." If possible, Daisy would like to get his ass kicked. How could he be so self-centered and narcissistic? However, she had to admit that Jessica hated her and treated her that way thanks to Edward. So, you should never be overly happy when the man you married was far more outstanding and excellent than others. This kind of men would also make trouble for you.

  "Jasmine, I'm fascinated by you, as always, " said Edward, looking his wife in the eye intently and passionately. His sudden burst of emotion surprised Daisy.

  "What're you talking about? Did you just call me Jasmine?" Daisy's lips trembled. 'Was it just an illusion, or did I hear it wrong?' she wondered. Nobody had called her by that name ever since her mother died. Edward shouldn't have known that name.