The sun was setting, and the temperature in the sunroom gradually decreased, making the coolness from the air conditioning more obvious.
Wilton Edwards came downstairs intending to water the plants in the courtyard. Seeing that Daisy Zane had fallen asleep, he went to fetch a blanket.
However, just as he approached her with the blanket, without even reaching her side.
Daisy Zane suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.
The fierceness in her eyes seemed like a frozen abyss that could pierce one's heart. It sent chills down one's spine and instilled fear.
It was more like a wolf staring at its prey, ready to tear it apart at any moment.
Wilton Edwards suddenly stopped where he was, looking at the bloody killing intent in her eyes.
Daisy Zane looked at Wilton Edwards, and her gaze quickly returned to clarity, gradually calming down.
She raised her hand to rub her temple, her voice slightly hoarse, "Wilton Edwards."
