Daisy Ginger slightly lowered her head, her eyes falling on where the man’s fingers gently moved away from her hand, revealing the platinum diamond ring shimmering on her ring finger.
"What’s this?" Her voice sounded a bit hoarse, her throat inexplicably catching, slightly stiff.
"Your birthday gift."
Daisy pursed her lips, nitpicking, "No one gives a diamond ring for someone else’s birthday."
Edward Stephens lay back on the floor helplessly, couldn’t help but laugh softly, the vibration in his chest transmitted to his aching back, he took a low breath before saying, "Well, there’s nothing I can do, this is all I could get."
Daisy knew Edward could see she really liked it and was deliberately teasing her; she puffed her cheeks and raised her hand to punch him hard on the chest. "What about the other one?"
Edward reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small velvet gift box.
Daisy took it, lowering her head to open it, revealing a men’s platinum diamond ring flashing before her eyes.
"Stretch out your hand." She commanded, feigning a fierce tone.
Edward looked at her expression, chuckled softly, and extended his right hand to her.
Daisy lowered her eyes, reached out, and gently grasped his much larger palm, slowly sliding that men’s diamond ring onto his ring finger.
Lying on the floor, from Edward’s angle, he could see Daisy’s thick, long eyelashes and perfectly shaped petite nose. Her expression was focused and serious, making her stunning face even more alluring.
The cold ring on his ring finger gradually warmed with body heat, and this finger, which had never worn any ornament before, now bore this unfamiliar encumbrance, feeling a bit strange and uncomfortable.
Edward curled his fingers, experiencing the sensation of being bound, then finally raised his eyes to look at Daisy sitting on his chest. Newest update provıded by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥
She looked down at him, her eyes bright and shining, clearly no longer angry.
Seeing him look over, she pouted arrogantly, speaking to him in an aggressively mean tone, "What are you looking at? Is lying on the floor comfortable? Hurry up and get up."
Edward couldn’t help but sigh, "You’re sitting on me and still want me to get up, Director Ginger, aren’t you being a bit unreasonable?"
Daisy seemed to only then realize she’d been using Edward as a bench the whole time, her fair little face blushing slightly, she struggled to get up.
Before she could push herself up, her slender waist was suddenly captured by the man’s hand, her perspective flipped, and Edward pressed her onto the cold floor.
Daisy’s breath momentarily hitched, looking at the man’s face so close, the words she wanted to say were swallowed by his warm breath.
So close, their breathing intertwined, it seemed she only needed to lift her head slightly to easily kiss him.
She couldn’t help but look into his eyes, those deep, dark eyes reflecting her slightly dazed expression, Edward’s figure against the light making his gaze appear even deeper, as if to drown someone in his pitch-black eyes.
Her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, she stared at his eyes, not blinking for a moment.
But suddenly, Edward released her and stood up from the floor, his tall, slender body turned away, blocking a beam of light in front of her.
"I think I hurt my back," he said, "It hurts a bit."
Daisy was taken aback, looking at his back, there was an obvious red and swollen bruise on his fair neck.
"Oh, I’ll get some ointment." Daisy stood up, patted her dress, glanced at Edward’s back once more, then pursed her lips and went out the door.