In the evening, Daisy Ginger got off work.
Surrounded by employees, Daisy saw Edward Stephens leaning against the Bentley outside the office building.
Seeing Edward at the company entrance wasn’t very surprising. What was surprising was that he was holding a pink rose.
To be honest, when Daisy was in school, she hadn’t lacked attention from some bold male classmates. Despite not having a romantic partner during Valentine’s Day, she still received an overwhelming amount of flowers.
This situation only improved when she inherited the Ginger Residence and became the president of the Gingers.
She had seen flower-giving before, but never someone as stingy as Edward.
She laughed inwardly but couldn’t help noticing that female employees at her company had started peeking around.
Edward was good-looking, much more so than the average man. At the moment, he was wearing a white shirt and faded jeans, lazily leaning against the car door. His face was exposed to the sunlight, making him incredibly eye-catching. Before long, he was surrounded by people within a few meters.
There were not only women but even men.
Watching this, Daisy felt a bit displeased.
Ignoring him was one thing, but him attracting attention was another.
Daisy frowned, walked up to Edward, and glared at him, "Get in the car!"
Edward was slightly perplexed as he watched Daisy get into the passenger seat with a darkened expression. He didn’t say anything else and turned to take his seat in the driver’s position.
He handed the flower in his hand to Daisy.
Daisy glanced at him, took it, and without any change in expression, plucked off the petals and chewed them up.
That expression, it was as if she was chewing on his flesh.
This woman doesn’t play by the usual rules...
The car was moving, and the interior was slightly quiet.
Daisy tossed the flower stem aside and rested her face, looking out the window.
Edward glanced at her several times, vaguely noticing a hint of fatigue in her makeup.
Recalling how she worked late into the night, he said, "You don’t need to push yourself so hard at work."
His voice was low and deep, slightly vibrating in the car. Daisy’s long eyelashes fluttered gently. After a long while, she finally said, "If I don’t push myself, I won’t be able to hold onto what is mine." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Sunlight scattered across her face, her fair complexion peacefully free of any expression, her gaze resting in a void, her slightly hoarse voice carrying an impassive calmness.
In the rearview mirror, Edward looked at her silent and tranquil demeanor. For a moment, he felt as if he didn’t truly understand this woman.
Daisy and Edward had dinner at a Western restaurant.
At the end, she wiped her lips with a wet napkin and said calmly to the man across from her, "Regardless of who gave you the lousy idea today, don’t show up at my company with flowers again. It’s so cliché."
"Thank you for the treat." Daisy stood up gracefully from the chair, picked up her bag, and lifted her petite chin at Edward, "No need to see me off, I’ll take a taxi myself."
"..." Edward was silent for a moment, finally chuckling helplessly. He leaned back in the chair, looked at Daisy, and asked, "How long do you plan to be upset with me over this?"
Daisy paused, stood beside the table looking at him, and nodded in acknowledgment, "I am indeed upset with you. But you can choose to ignore me."
Edward lit a cigarette, "I came over that night, but you weren’t there."
Daisy pursed her lips, "You came late."
"You can’t always show up late and make me keep waiting ." Daisy looked at him, "I get tired too, Edward. You can’t make me wait this long every time."