It'll Come Naturally

"Honey, c'mon, don't be so cruel, I'm your husband. How can you have the heart to do that to me?" asked Edward. He fastened Daisy's safety belt and then gently kissed her on her forehead. Then he buckled up himself, smiled at her, and slowly started the car.

Daisy blushed a little, and thought, 'Is it really necessary to say so many sweet words?' He did all kinds of thoughtful things for her as he joked. How could she not love such a tender man like him?

"I told you that Mark would drive me home. Why did you come?" The question was eventually raised, the one that Daisy had been dying to ask. She now evaded his playful tone on purpose.

"Didn't somebody say she missed me? I rushed here to let you see me. Aren't you moved?" While holding the steering wheel, Edward glanced sidelong at her, half playful, and half serious. He looked both charming and mischievous.

"Yes, I am. I'm so moved that I put myself in a perilous position, like a sheep falling straight into the tiger's mouth." Although Daisy was happy inside, she acted otherwise.

"Wait a second. Honey, didn't you say that you were a dog? How did you become a sheep all of a sudden?" Edward was much more eloquent, and it seemed he had a reply ready for everything she was throwing at him. Daisy was annoyed.

"Are you driving the damn car or correcting me?" Daisy cursed whenever she was pissed off. 'Why does this guy have to take everything so seriously? Can't he just humor me for once?' she thought.

and observed her expression. This was the first

with her? No! So many years past, she had accepted the fact that

them, and please don't mention them anymore. I have nothing to do with them." Daisy's face darkened all of a sudden. She didn't know why Edward had brought the issue up. She no longer belonged to the family

had guessed that she didn't get along with her family, but he hadn't expected her to react like that. Sensing her melancholy, he

silence, Edward couldn't help but ask again, "At least can you tell me why?" The issue

Her heart was heavy. White poplars flashed past them outside the window. She looked

when her mom was alive, but since she passed away, it had gradually become a living hell. Nevertheless, she had chosen to stay, not because of the rest of her family, but because she could

of his one single sentence. She gave up the dearest thing that she had cherished, to become strong for

regretted this? Yes, she had. When she was sacrificing herself, but he didn't cared at all; when she was by their sick son's bedside, and he was dating other women;

that. In the eyes of the other members of her family, maybe she no longer even existed. She was grateful that, although she had been treated badly, to some people, she

hated her, because he thought that she had been scheming against him. She indeed had married him for some purpose-to find a harbor where her heart could anchor, the heart that loved