Daisy Ginger listened, and almost wanted to laugh.
Such deep affection, as if he'd accomplished something extraordinary.
Yet the only thing he did for her was imprison her next to his office; separated by a wall, he met clients and handled work, while she faded in a dark, windowless room.
To prevent her from struggling, he even limited her food intake. Only at night would he bring in takeout boxes; during the day, she'd be injected with sedatives, unable to call out.
She even suspected that Ian Linton had prepared countless times for this day, or how could he execute it so neatly, without a shred of hesitation?
She had never imagined that someone in this world could have such a distorted infatuation with her. During these days of confinement, in a daze, she thought about many things, like Emily Ginger, like Edward Stephens...
The relationship between her and the two of them, the breakups and makeups, even Ian Linton was involved.
