I quickly explained, "You promised me before. As long as I defend and praise you when others scold you, you will tell me a story at night."
Daisy turned her head and looked at me in disbelief. She then shook my hand off, saying in anger and resentment, "Get lost! Are you really crazy?"
I reached out and grabbed her trouser leg again.
This time, she kicked my hand away with all her might and even stepped on my fingers accidentally.
I screamed in pain, looking at her who rushed into the master bedroom to avoid me. I was caught off guard and burst into tears.
She lied to me.
She didn't tell me a story.
Tonight, she was in a room with someone else, and she might be telling him a story.
I suddenly felt empty.
Fortunately, I didn't see the man in Daisy's room the next morning.
While eating, I was nervous and observed her expression motionlessly. She was looking down at the emails in her notebook with a frown.
I mustered up the courage to suggest, "Daisy, working while eating is not good for your health."
Being stunned for a moment, she frowned, put away the notebook, and instead lectured me. "Don't talk while eating or sleeping."
However, my heart leaped with joy.