"If it were you, you’d definitely be a good father." Daisy Ginger chuckled, nodding gently at Ian Linton, "Are you here to bring food to Emily? She just fell asleep. Go ahead and take it; I’m heading home now."
Their voices seemed to reach inside the hospital room. Abigail Perry popped her head out and, upon seeing Ian, broke into a delighted grin: "Ian, you’re here? It’s really kind of you to bring food every day, even with your busy work. I can handle this small task; you don’t have to come daily."
Ian responded gently, "Emily and I had a disagreement, and you’ve been taking care of her all day—I really feel guilty about that. I’ve asked the chef to make some nourishing soup for her. Please, go ahead and give it to Emily."
Abigail stepped forward to take the insulated bottle from Ian’s hands and, noticing he didn’t plan to visit Emily inside, she asked curiously, "Aren’t you coming in, Ian?"
"Emily just fell asleep, so I won’t disturb her." Ian gave a helpless smile to Abigail, "She’s still mad at me, and I don’t want to irritate her while she’s in the hospital. It’s up to you to deliver it to her."
Upon hearing Ian’s words, Abigail sighed, "Ah, it’s my fault too. I raised Emily to be too willful..."
Ian simply smiled, nodded at Abigail, and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
Abigail nodded in response and took the bottle inside.
Daisy didn’t have much to say to Abigail either. After Ian finished speaking, she nodded at him and said warmly, "Ian, I’ll head back now."
"Hold on, Director Ginger," Ian hurried over, "You didn’t drive here, did you? It’s hard to get a cab here; let me give you a ride."
Daisy laughed, "Isn’t that too much trouble for you?"
"Not at all, I’m heading back too." Ian pulled out his car keys, gave Daisy a smile, and said, "Come on, it’s on the way."
Of course, the Linton home and Ginger Residence were not on the same route.
But since Ian volunteered to be the driver, Daisy had no reason to refuse.
During rush hour, it was hard to get a taxi near the hospital. Daisy didn’t decline; instead, she walked to the elevator with Ian, chatting and laughing.
Once they reached downstairs, Ian asked again, "Care for a bite to eat first?"
Daisy shook her head, "No need, I had dinner before I came."
Ian gently offered, "Then I’ll take you home first."
Daisy felt it wasn’t right to sit in the back and let Ian play chauffeur, so she sat in the passenger seat, placed her bag on her lap, and said with a smile, "Ian, you’re really too kind."
Ian turned his head slightly to look at her. His handsome features were gentle, and he had a shy smile, "It’s my honor to serve you."
Daisy was amused by his earnest manner, "Ian, you’re exaggerating." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Ian also smiled but said nothing more.
The journey home was very lighthearted and enjoyable.
Ian was witty and humorous, eloquent yet considerate, and showed her great respect in his words without even a hint of offense.
In her work, Daisy had encountered many men who underestimated her age and gender. Her face, in her position, wasn’t always an advantage; more often than not, it was a burden.
Of course, she didn’t really mind it. Being beautiful wasn’t her fault, and she enjoyed seeing the cowering and apprehensive looks on the faces of those men who initially underestimated her when they met again in the business world.