Edward Stephens glanced back lightly, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, and gave him a look.
"You’ve made Director Ginger very upset. She is your wife; don’t let her be too sad."
Edward Stephens’s expression remained gentle and indifferent, without saying a word.
"Don’t let her constantly drown her sorrows in alcohol. Her stomach isn’t good, and drinking too much puts a heavy burden on her body." Ian Linton’s voice was gentle, carrying a bit of amiable advice, without any aggressiveness.
Edward Stephens took a cigarette out of his trousers, bit it on his lips, and lit the tip with a lighter.
With a calm demeanor, he asked quietly, "Is this something you should be concerned about?"
Ian Linton was slightly taken aback, then nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed as he lowered his head, "I’ve known Director Ginger for many years. Seeing her upset today, I couldn’t help but say a few more words. I hope Mr. Stephens won’t mind."
His attitude was like a friend standing up for Daisy Ginger, with a perfect balance of tact and intention.
Edward Stephens looked at him indifferently, "I heard you just broke off your engagement with your fiancée today. I didn’t realize you were in the mood to care about how someone else’s woman feels."
Ian Linton pressed his lips lightly, and when he raised his head, he returned to his usual gentle and refined manner, nodding slightly to Edward Stephens, "I just have a good relationship with Director Ginger, and I can’t bear to see her upset and disappointed. If Mr. Stephens doesn’t like to hear it, then I won’t say it anymore." Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁
He nodded apologetically to Edward Stephens, then turned around and left.
Edward Stephens, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood there, watching Ian Linton’s departing figure.
He pondered for a moment, unsure where his wariness and hostility towards Ian Linton came from.
It was just a subconscious feeling that Ian wasn’t as harmless as he appeared.
But being raised in a prominent family, having some pretense and scheming is normal. Edward Stephens stubbed out the cigarette, turned around, picked up the bags on the sofa, and went upstairs.
Going upstairs, Edward Stephens found Daisy Ginger lying sprawled out on her bed, asleep.
Just as Ian Linton said, it seemed she went to the bar right after work, and now she lay there without even removing her makeup.
He walked over, looked down at her, then reached out to pat her face, calling her name: "Daisy Ginger."
He called a few times, but got no response. Edward Stephens frowned slightly, glanced at her thin blouse and fitted skirt, hesitated for a moment, but eventually rolled up his sleeves.
Daisy Ginger woke up to the morning of the next day.
The hangover feeling wasn’t great. She propped her forehead up with her hand, sitting up in bed, and glanced at her inside-out pajamas, momentarily puzzled.
There was a gap in her memory; she had no idea how she ended up back here. Her last memory was drinking with Ian Linton at a music bar.
Thinking of that, she was slightly taken aback, instinctively looking outside, only to see Edward Stephens asleep on the sofa.
Somehow, the current situation felt strangely familiar.
Daisy Ginger pursed her lips, lifted the covers, and got out of bed barefoot.
When she made a sound, Edward Stephens woke up. Daisy Ginger didn’t look at him, passed by him, and went into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of water falling from the shower was heard.
Edward Stephens had sat on the sofa all night without a good sleep, feeling a bit exhausted as he buried his face in his hands, closing his eyes slightly.
Half an hour later, Daisy Ginger came out of the bathroom with wet hair, wearing a silk robe.
She looked refreshed, walked to the dressing table, took out a hairdryer, and began drying her hair.