Edward Stephens heard the sound of the collapse and turned around to look.
Damn.
He cursed softly and quickly walked back, crouching down in front of Daisy Ginger.
Daisy Ginger was on her knees, looking as if she was about to collapse, her face as pale as if it were transparent in the sunlight.
"Daisy Ginger," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and furrowing his brow as he looked at her, "What's going on?"
Blood was still dripping from her nose, soaking Daisy Ginger's shirt. She furrowed her thin eyebrows and raised her pale face to look at him, her voice sounding a bit aggrieved, "Edward Stephens, I feel terrible..."
To think she still wants to sign a contract in this state. Edward chuckled lightly and reached out to pick Daisy Ginger up from the ground.
The woman in his arms felt very light. He had never held her before, but she seemed much thinner than the last time they met.
No weight at all.
