When Daisy Ginger’s silhouette, arm in arm with Edward Stephens, completely disappeared from sight, Ian Linton finally stepped out from the corner.
His jade-like face showed a faint expression.
Thinking of the pale pink earrings on Daisy Ginger’s ears, a storm seemed to brew in the man’s amber eyes.
He had investigated all her preferences.
What she liked to eat, what she didn’t like to eat, what colors she liked, what colors she didn’t like, places she liked to go, places she didn’t like to go, people she liked, people she didn’t like...
As long as it was hers, he only needed to close his eyes, and it would be archived in his mind.
He knew she liked platinum, so he gave her platinum earrings.
But she didn’t like pink diamonds, yet wore them in her ears.
Ian Linton lit a cigarette, his handsome face was shrouded in a faint chill, this gentle young man now seemed unapproachable.
The phone rang, and he glanced at it, seeing that it was Abigail Perry calling, he leaned against the wall and answered it with a faint "Hello."
"Ian, where are you now?" Abigail Perry asked cautiously, "Emily is feeling a bit unwell in her stomach..."
"I have some things to take care of." Ian Linton replied gently. If Abigail Perry were standing in front of him, she would notice his face was expressionless at the moment, "Auntie, could you please help me take Emily home? I have to make a trip to the company later."
"I see..." Abigail Perry seemed a bit disappointed, but she agreed, "Then I’ll take Emily home, you go back early to accompany Emily."
Ian Linton hung up the phone and turned to leave.
In the taxi, Abigail Perry put away her phone and said to Emily Ginger, who was bowing her head and playing with her phone, "Emily, Ian said he needs to go back to the company later, so let’s head back first."
Emily Ginger’s expression remained indifferent, her delicate, petite face looked somewhat cold under the glow of the phone screen. When she heard Ian Linton wouldn’t come back, she didn’t react much. She was focused on searching information about pregnancy precautions on her phone, going through the information piece by piece. It seemed at this moment, apart from the child in her womb, neither her mother nor her fiancé mattered anymore.
Seeing her daughter ignoring her, Abigail Perry sighed lightly, gave the address to the driver, and then reached out to hold Emily Ginger’s icy hand, "Emily, take good care of the baby, once you give birth to the child, your life will be complete. Ian will definitely be a good father, just think how happy you three will be as a family."
Emily Ginger’s eyes shifted slightly, and she lowered her gaze to look at her still somewhat flat belly. She wasn’t very interested in what Abigail Perry was saying; whether Ian Linton would child, she no longer cared.
This child was something she had, for the first time in her life, that completely belonged to her. She was always losing things she couldn’t regain, but this child was growing inside her, her flesh and blood, a bond no one could take away.
Emily Ginger’s pale face finally showed some vitality, she smiled softly and said, "I want to give it a name as soon as possible."
Seeing the smile on her face, Abigail Perry couldn’t help but smile too and teased, "It’s only been a little over a month, you don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl, why are you in such a hurry? But, it would be best if it’s a boy, then the Linton family..."
"Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I like them both." Emily Ginger interrupted her, "I don’t care whether my child can inherit the Linton family’s estate."