Chapter 114
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'I'm sorry, editor-in-chief. If not, let's postpone it until Monday."
Daisy was in a hurry and had no time to think.
The editor-in-chief had no choice but to compromise: 'Forget it. If you have anything, go back first, but this is the last time. Do you understand?"
'I know, I'll go back first."
Daisy seemed to be talking in passing, she picked up her bag and left the office.
The editor-in-chief looked at her figure, and shook his head silently: 'It's true that having a family makes work efficiency not as good as before."
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Atlas sat in front of the daisy, looking at each petal falling on his shoulder, wanting to reach out to catch one, but each petal was blown away by the wind, slipping out of his hand. Atlas looked at each petal falling at his feet, muttering: 'Daisy, Daisy, aren't you mine?"Dalziel was right, he was just a rotten wooden box, how could he keep her? She was a beautiful gem, in his hands, she would be crushed. He couldn't protect her, let alone do the things that many other men had done for their lovers.
These legs of his couldn't take her to the places she wanted, couldn't hold an umbrella for her when it rained, couldn't even carry her in his arms, he couldn't even hold her hand for a walk, what could he do? Even these daisies would rather fall to the ground than fall into his hands. Daisy probably knew that falling into his hands would quickly wither, he should let the daisy fly freely so that she could become a beautiful flower.
Are these flowers reminding him? He thought that he would hate women and resent women for the rest of his life, and had prepared himself not to let any woman enter his life, but Daisy, without knowing when, had unconsciously entered his heart, melting his originally hard heart, making it soft.
Daisy, this was the name he often thought of every night, from the moment she appeared in front of him, he had gone from doubt, and contempt to unconsciously being moved when thinking about her, until now it was trust.
He didn't think he would trust any woman anymore, but only she made him want to trust, this trust had been nurtured for so many days, it was his effort, his trust.
Daisy was not like those flowery women out there who only knew how to dress up and say sweet words, she was different from them, she was a special woman. She was resilient, strong, and extremely intelligent, understanding people's hearts. Above all, she understood what he was thinking. Every time he was attacked by others and his mind was in darkness, she skillfully pulled him up and brought him out of the darkness of his soul.
She was like a light guiding his soul out of the dark prison, and like a June breeze refreshing his confused soul. Everything she brought to him was good.
So he immersed himself in it, immersed himself in that girl named Daisy. Every time he thought of her, he only felt happy and warm. Every time he heard her voice and was with her, he felt extremely satisfied.
She was a priceless gift that God had given him. He knew that he could not escape the things she brought to him.
Every time she protected him, stood before him, and cursed those who humiliated him, his heart trembled even more.
When she confessed to him, saying that she would always be by his side, no one knew how happy he was, but he still doubted her, or rather, he didn't dare to hope too much because he was afraid that one day his expectations would be dashed.
When she was jealous of Winifred, he realized that she liked him, he knew it, but because he wanted to see her jealous look, he didn't say anything to explain.
When she thought that he still loved Winifred, he saw her suffering and wanted to say words of comfort, but because he was clumsy in love, he didn't know what to say or do to make her happy.
Gradually, he also discovered that he liked this woman, but he didn't admit it to her openly because he was self-conscious, he was just a cripple if she was with him, she would suffer a lot and be looked down upon by everyone. He couldn't help but see the eyes of the servants every time they looked at her, it was a look of contempt, disdain, and pity, he didn't want it to be like that, the more he cared about her, the more he wanted to give her the best.
But besides these crippled legs, what else did he have? Atlas punched his legs a few times, but there was no feeling at all, it was like two pieces of wood, no matter how he punched, they were numb and didn't feel any pain.
Linus standing beside him saw this action of his, and fearfully grabbed his hand: "Young master, what's wrong with you, why are you hitting yourself?"
"Let go."
Atlas coldly shouted, he wanted to punch this leg to pieces, it made him feel disgusted and extremely helpless, he couldn't feel anything, he didn't want this useless thing to exist on his body.
"Young master, calm down, don't hit yourself."
Linus tried his best to persuade him, but Atlas pushed him away, his strength was not small.
Linus was pushed away, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground, feeling extremely worried, about why the First Lady had not returned yet, if this continued, the First Young Master would torture himself.
No, he had to find a way to stall for time until the First Lady returned, a light flashed in Linus's mind, and he struggled to stand up, took out his phone, called Daisy, then shouted: "Young Master, the First Young Lady is calling you."
After Linus finished speaking, Daisy's voice came from the other end of the line, and Atlas also stopped.
"Hello, Linus, how is he, hello, can you hear me, answer quickly."
Daisy's voice on the other end of the line was extremely worried, Linus turned on the speaker so that both of them could hear her voice. Atlas took a deep breath, staring at Linus's phone without reaching out to take it, just indifferently saying: "I'm fine."
Daisy heard his voice, she happily asked: "Atlas, is it you?"
"It's me."
Atlas closed her eyes, this time she heard his voice was a little hoarse.
Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "I'm almost home."
"Um."
"Atlas..."
She wanted to say "Wait for me"
but Atlas on the other end of the line said: "When you get home, come to the cabin, I have something to tell you."
After saying that, Atlas signaled Linus to hang up, he didn't dare to disobey and immediately hung up, not letting Daisy say another word.
At this moment, Atlas coldly looked at Linus, and said in a low voice: "There will not be a next time."
"I know."
