She watched him warily, "Don't get handsy."
The man said innocently, "I didn't do anything..."
He spread his hands towards her.
Daisy Ginger glanced at his fingers, keenly sensing something, and suddenly reached out to grab his right hand.
"Where's your wound?"
"Hmm?"
"Didn't you cut your finger while chopping vegetables yesterday?"
"Hmm..." The man hummed, answering her earnestly, "Maybe it's already healed."
The man's fingers were well defined, long and fair, with neatly trimmed nails. There wasn't a single scar on his pale fingertips—where was the wound?
Daisy's thoughts raced, and suddenly she understood something. She lowered her head in anger, biting down hard on his fingertip, determined to leave a mark on this deceitful man's hand.
He wasn't injured and had pretended to wear a band-aid to deceive her! This guy!!
Edward Stephens winced in pain but laughed, letting her bite him hard.
