Edward Stephens gazed at her bright eyes, brushed his fingertips over the lips she had kissed, then lifted his hand to ruffle her hair a few times. "Get some early sleep, no need to work so late every day."
Daisy Ginger glanced at him, "Are you going to support me?"
Edward Stephens chuckled softly, a hint of nonchalance in his tone, "You and I can afford it."
Look at him being all smug.
Daisy Ginger lifted her chin slightly, "I like to be self-reliant."
Edward Stephens didn’t say anything more, changed his clothes, accompanied Daisy Ginger to the study, and then lazily walked out of the Ginger Residence alone.
After coaxing her into a good mood, the weight he’d been carrying for days was lifted. He sent a text message to his mother, opened the car door, and got in.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, didn’t find one, and instead pulled out a small platinum earring.
Leaning lazily against the leather seat, Edward Stephens raised an eyebrow to examine the surprisingly intricate earring, then rolled down the window and tossed it out with disdain.
After nearly a week’s absence, Edward Stephens finally returned home rightfully.
Lady Stephens was sitting on the sofa and when she saw him return, she raised her chin at him, "Stop."
Edward Stephens halted, glanced at his mother.
"..." Edward Stephens replied, "At her house."
Lady Stephens squinted suspiciously, "Edward Stephens, you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you!"
Edward Stephens wanted to roll his eyes but held back, gritting his teeth and putting on a fake smile, "Why don’t you call her and ask?"
"Hmph." Lady Stephens huffed with pride, "Your wife almost got scared away, and you’re still so smug!"
Edward Stephens had no interest in arguing with her, slid one hand into his pocket, and headed upstairs.
Behind him, Lady Stephens’s voice came through.
"How long has it been since you contacted your elder brother?" Lady Stephens said gently, "Remember to send him a message to let him know you’re safe."
Edward Stephens paused, was silent for a while, said nothing, and continued walking up the stairs.
Lady Stephens watched his back, silently letting out a gentle sigh.
Edward Stephens went upstairs, took a shower in the bathroom, and when he came out, he couldn’t help but sniff his arms, feeling that the medicinal scent hadn’t dissipated.
His sense of smell is more acute than most, and the scent of medicinal oil is so strong, it nearly suffocates him.
Edward Stephens opened the window for ventilation, sat shirtless on the sofa, biting on a cigarette, and typed a name into his laptop.
A bunch of news articles about that man popped up on the screen.
He browsed for a while, and the latest news about that person only went up to eight years ago.
At that time, Robert Stephens was twenty-five, just becoming the chairman of the Stephens Group, the most triumphant and radiant period of his life.
He was eight years his senior, like a light, so dazzling and magnificent, illuminating his life. In his shadow, he grew secretly with pride.
Until one day, Robert Stephens had a car accident. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
The last news photo captured by the media was of Robert Stephens attending a fashion party in Paris.
The young and noble man, seated among the lavish surroundings, moved with the grace of an emperor, utterly domineering. His eyes, holding a faint smile, still carried remnants of a disdainful shadow, both audacious and dignified.
Edward Stephens closed the notebook, stood silently from the sofa, walked to the window, and looked at the cold moon outside.
He used to be the brother he was most proud of.
His eyes darkened, he slowly inhaled, the view becoming profound in the faint mist.