"Daisy, Daisy Ginger," her voice was thick with nasality, making her seem innocent and fragile, "Please don’t force Edward to marry you, okay? He doesn’t like you, you won’t be happy together."
"Ah," Daisy Ginger chuckled lightly, her tone filled with interest and indifference, "Your issues, don’t drag me into them. How about you settle on your breakup fee first?"
Emily Ginger had just stopped crying, and was almost moved to tears again by Daisy Ginger’s remark.
How, how can there be a woman as terrible as Daisy Ginger...
Edward Stephens looked at Daisy Ginger’s amused expression, his brows lowered slightly, and he said to Emily Ginger, "I’ve already decided about the breakup, you don’t need to beg her. I have something to say to her, you should leave first."
Emily Ginger sobbed, wiping away tears, stubbornly shook her head, reaching out to grab Edward’s hand: "Edward, no, I don’t want to leave, I want to stay with you, we..."
"Emily," Edward Stephens’ voice turned cold, his dark eyes focused on her face, indifferently said, "We’ve already broken up."
Emily Ginger’s hand reached out in mid-air, helplessly curled back under Edward Stephens’ stern and cold expression, fearfully withdrew and dared not touch even a corner of his clothes. She stared blankly at Edward’s face for a while before asking, "Will you really marry Daisy Ginger?"
"It’s none of your business."
Emily Ginger stood in place, looked up at him for a moment, the small brightness in her eyes gradually extinguished under the man’s calm expression, she released a tiny, animal-like whimper from her throat, slowly stiffening her body, held her face and left the room.
Any girl would find it unbearable when spoken to by someone they loved like that.
Once Emily Ginger left, Daisy Ginger closed the door.
Her face held a bright and radiant smile, Edward Stephens looked at her smirking appearance and indifferently turned away, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
Daisy Ginger walked cheerfully, moved next to Edward Stephens, smiling at the man sitting expressionless on the sofa.
"Doesn’t Mr. Stephens have something to say to me?"
Edward Stephens raised his head slowly, looking through the hazy smoke at her exceptionally enchanting face.
She was beautiful, and her smile was even more dazzling, at this moment, the smile in her eyes made his pupils grow ever deeper, pitch black.
"Feeling like I was metaphorically cuckolded countless times, how would I be happy?" Daisy Ginger replied casually, twirling her long hair.
Edward Stephens watched the smile on her rosy lips, suddenly leaned in, with a slightly smoky hand, grabbed Daisy Ginger’s sharp chin.
He leaned closer to her face, almost at kissing distance, his tone low and almost sinister: "Daisy Ginger, no one has ever forced me ."
Daisy Ginger tilted her head slightly, blinked innocently with deep laughter on her face and said, "Then I... am, um, honored?"
Edward Stephens quietly looked at her for a moment, his eyes deeper than ordinary people, so dark they reflected no light.
The gentle aura that surrounded him vanished, as if invisible black mist swirled, emitting oppressive pressure from him.
Daisy Ginger’s smile remained unchanged, staring into the man’s pitch-black pupils.
Rather than let you marry another woman, I’d rather let you hate me.
After all, if I don’t allow it, no one can take it away.