Daisy Ginger smiled faintly and walked into the courtyard, lifting her head to gaze at the old villa that still retained its past grandeur.
She used to think that as long as she held onto this place, she was holding onto her home.
But now, she realized that as long as she was with her beloved, anywhere could be her home. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
She didn’t have any attachments to this place where she had lived for over twenty years. Perhaps, for her, she had wanted to leave here long ago.
Daisy Ginger shook her head, stepped lightly into the car, and drove towards her home.
Daisy Ginger drove back home and saw Edward Stephens leaning on the sofa, lazily reading a foreign book with a black cover.
Seeing him seemingly idle every day, like someone without a job, she couldn’t help but feel the illusion of being Edward’s sugar momma.
When he saw her return, Edward tossed an orange to her: "Peel it."
Daisy Ginger glanced at the orange, then at the bossy-looking Edward, and threw the orange back to him, "You peel it for me!"
She’s the one in charge now, and there’s no reason for a sugar momma to peel oranges for a freeloader.
Edward got hit squarely by the orange, the golden tangerine rolled a few times on his book’s pages, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, and actually peeled the orange for her, giving her half.
Daisy Ginger ate the orange and ruffled Edward’s hair: "Good boy."
Edward, who was reading: "......"
He squinted at Daisy Ginger, who was lying on the sofa with her feet propped up on his back, watching TV and eating the orange, feeling it was time to establish some authority as a husband.
Daisy Ginger took a warm bath and came out of the bathroom drying her hair.
Edward was leaning against the headboard, setting his phone aside, and when he saw her, he slightly lifted his chin towards her, "Come here, I’ll dry your hair."
"..." Huh? So proactive today?
Daisy Ginger cheerfully hopped over and handed him the towel.
She sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the towel gently wiping her hair, she squinted comfortably, even yawning.
Edward used the absorbent towel to dry her hair strands, then said from behind her, "Do you still want to keep having me?"
Daisy Ginger didn’t immediately react, her head had been wiped dizzy by him, and she instinctively asked, "What? A parrot?"
Edward tossed the towel on the floor, bit Daisy Ginger’s slender, fair neck from behind, and dragged her into the blanket.
The winter sun shone clearly over the beige carpet, reflecting grid-like patterns through the transparent glass windows.
Daisy Ginger hadn’t gotten up yet; she had rarely taken leave, and now, she was sprawled on the bed holding the blanket, staring blankly ahead, completely fatigued.
Edward, dressed in black pajamas, came inside carrying a cup of hot milk.
Compared to Daisy Ginger’s appearance, he seemed to have glowing skin, looking radiant and energetic in the sunlight.
"Come, have some milk to regain your strength."
Daisy Ginger slowly turned her eyes, her gaze falling on Edward’s face as she said to him, "Edward, you’re a beast of a man!"
The man casually took a sip of milk, lowered his eyes at the bedside to look at her, his dark eyes flashing momentarily, and asked her in a deep voice, "Do you want me to feed you myself?"
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