Elizabeth placed the dry clothes on the sofa and walked to the stairway to hang the photos she had brought up earlier on the wall. The nail was a bit too high, and she stood on her toes to align the photo holes carefully...
A loud bang from the downstairs door startled her, causing her to fall backward onto the floor.
Elizabeths back felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife, her face contorted in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. She clutched her waist as the pain intensified.
Edward rushed to her side, bending down to help her up.
Elizabeth forced a weak smile, "Its an old problem; Ill be fine after lying down for a bit."
Edward moved her hand aside, "How did it happen?"
As he asked, he began to rub her waist in place of her hand.
Elizabeth clenched her teeth, her nails digging into her palms as she whispered, "I used to be a dancer. There was an accident during a competition where a board fell from the stage and hit my waist..."
"I was raised in the Foster Orphanage, and I always wanted to make money through dancing to give back to the orphanage. After I found out I couldnt dance anymore, I was very sad," Elizabeth continued.
"Does it feel better?" Edward could feel the temperature of her waist increasing. "Let me help you lie down on the sofa."
Elizabeth slightly moved her body, her cheeks flushed, "Thank you for your help."
"Sure," Edward assisted her to the sofa, helping her lie down face down, and asked, "What happened next?"
"Later, the director told me, Didnt you want to open a flower shop when you were little? You cant dance anymore, so open a flower shop instead." Elizabeth mimicked the old mans tone and then chuckled, "So, I opened this flower shop here."
"Arent you不甘心?"
"No," Elizabeth shook her head.
Edwards eyes brightened. He had seen too much greed in human nature, the desire for money, success, attention, but Elizabeth was different.
Elizabeth playfully winked at him, "Doing what you like every day, even if its ordinary, and living a simple life, isnt that great?"
Ordinary, a word Edward had never heard before. He was born to be the successor of the Cullen Enterprise, standing at the top of the class system and looking down on everyone, the emperor on high and alone, the focus of everyones attention.
No one cared whether he was well or not; they only cared about whether the Cullen Enterprise could create more value.
Seeing him lost in his own thoughts, with a cold glint in his eyes that sent chills down the spine, Elizabeth remembered when she first entered the orphanage. She sat alone in the corner, hugging a doll, watching other children play while she was as indifferent as a puppet.
Feeling a sourness in her heart, she impulsively held his hand, her eyes filled with concern and comfort.
Edwards body stiffened, and the coldness in his eyes receded, gradually replaced by a layer of warmth, and he sighed, "Its nice to meet you."