She watched for a while and saw a brave young girl take out her phone to add Edward Stephens on WeChat, so she walked over, stood beside him, and put her hands in her pockets, looking ahead.
She wore a smoky gray wool coat, her lips vividly colored, face lush and exquisite, and fifteen-centimeter high heels enhanced her aura.
Standing casually next to Edward Stephens was enough to declare her territory. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Initially, those young girls couldn’t resist stealing glances until they saw Daisy Ginger beside Edward Stephens. Her features were too refined, more vibrant than flowers, making others feel inferior. After a few glances, none dared to attempt anything under her gaze, and they all quieted down.
Edward Stephens glanced down and looked at Daisy Ginger standing beside him. She didn’t pay him any attention, with a lukewarm attitude, staring straight ahead expressionlessly. His lips inadvertently curved into a slight smile.
After waiting in line for a whole hour, Edward Stephens finally bought the "strawberry milkshake" Daisy Ginger mentioned. She took a sip, said it was too sweet, and tossed it to him.
She was quite justified now, and Edward Stephens couldn’t say anything, just took it and drank a sip, wrinkling his brow from the sweetness.
——This syrupy concoction, how does it have people lining up several meters in the city center? Do those who buy this thing have normal taste buds?
On the way back, it was already half past nine. Daisy Ginger curled up in the passenger seat, played with her phone for a while, watched a few hilarious videos Zoe Hilker sent in the group chat, then grew drowsy and closed her eyes, exhausted.
Edward Stephens was driving, glanced at her, raised the car’s air conditioning temperature a few degrees, and slowed down.
In the cozy car, Daisy Ginger fell deeply asleep.
She slept so soundly that even when they arrived at the Stephens family, Edward Stephens parked the car on the lawn and carried her out, she didn’t wake up.
When Edward Stephens carried her into the house, she seemed uncomfortable in her sleep, frowning slightly in his arms, letting out a soft hum. So he slowed his steps and didn’t turn on the lights, navigating the darkness upstairs into his bedroom.
Only when he reached to help her remove her coat, down to the thin cashmere sweater underneath, did Daisy Ginger lean against the bedhead and slowly wake up.
Seeing him, she reached out with warm fingers to hold his hand, pouted a little, and groggily yet assertively asked, "Edward Stephens, what are you trying to do?"
This adorable, naive state of hers he hadn’t seen in a long time.
At this moment, for some unknown reason, it made his heart flutter slightly.
"Do you want to sleep in your clothes?"
Daisy Ginger snorted, sneering, "I think you want to take advantage of me."
"..." Edward Stephens paused for a moment, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her palm, standing silently by the bedside looking at her.
That gaze was full of four words — unnecessary fuss.
Daisy Ginger noticed, pursed her lips, "Edward Stephens, are you cursing me in your heart?"
"No." Edward Stephens retracted his gaze, looking elsewhere, "If you want to sleep in your clothes, then go ahead."
Daisy Ginger hummed lightly, proudly climbing out of bed and running to the bathroom to bathe.
Edward Stephens leaned against the bedhead, listening to the sound of water falling from the shower in the bathroom, realizing suddenly that it had been a long time since he felt so relaxed as he did that evening.
He wasn’t sure when it started, but Daisy Ginger’s presence had begun to affect his mood.
His gaze fell into the void, deepening slightly.