Daisy Ginger now feels a pang in her back just seeing his gleaming eyes. Before he could make any move, she quickly slipped out from under the blanket and downed the glass of milk in one go.
After finishing it, she burped unceremoniously and looked up to see Edward Stephens watching her with a half-smile, a faint teasing and mocking expression at the corners of his lips.
Daisy slowly gathered the blanket back around her and snuggled back into the down quilt, then gave him a fierce glare.
Having to take leave from Oliver Rubio because of her sore back was utterly mortifying! The main culprit, on the other hand, looked thoroughly satisfied, as if he’d been well pampered, and that sight filled her with frustration.
Edward lazily stretched out his hand and ruffled Daisy’s fluffy head, commenting on what happened last night, "Useless. I signed you up for a gym membership; you should exercise more often."
Damn, he’s really a beast! Daisy looked at him incredulously; he actually dared to blame her for not having enough stamina last night and signed her up for a gym!
Is there any other man in the world as awful as Edward Stephens?
Perhaps her shock was too comical, as the man chuckled and withdrew his hand from her head, lazily adding, "Of course I’m kidding... How can you be so easy to fool?"
Daisy didn’t dignify it with a response, just glared at him intensely, "Do that again after I call stop, and you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month."
She felt she needed to set some ground rules; otherwise, he’d eventually wear her out completely.
Is he even human? Waking up in the morning, unable to stand upright, let alone find a single unbruised spot!
He’s damn well like a dog.
Edward nodded perfunctorily, lazily pulling clothes from the wardrobe, "Get up. It’s time for lunch."
Daisy gingerly stayed hidden under the blanket, her big black and white eyes glaring, "Get out first."
"..." Edward lifted his gaze lazily, shot her a glance of mild amusement as if she were making a big fuss over nothing, put the clothes by the bedhead, and lazily sauntered out.
When the door closed, Daisy let out a breath of relief.
She threw off the blanket, looking down at her wrist, which had a large bite mark; she couldn’t help but frown and lift her pajama top—damn it, there was a bite mark on her stomach too!
If she didn’t know he was human, she’d really think he was a wild dog turned menacing!
Daisy pursed her lips, holding onto her almost-broken waist and limped out of bed into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
The household help noticed that today’s lady of the house wore a somber expression, starkly contrasting with the obviously sunny demeanor of the gentleman owner.
"Miss Ginger, here’s your coffee." The maid cautiously handed Daisy the prepared coffee, and seeing her remain expressionless without acknowledging her, quickly retreated nervously after delivering it.
Edward brought over a platter of seafood from the kitchen, placed it on the dining table, and noticed Daisy holding her coffee with a gloomy face, unable to resist giving her cheek a pinch.
"Why the face? You’re scaring everyone," he teased.
Daisy lifted her gaze, her tone flat: "If it scares you to death, all the better."
"I’ll give you a massage after lunch. Fell asleep too quickly yesterday, washed you but forgot to relax your muscles." Despite his words, there was no trace of apology in his tone.
Daisy looked at his demeanor, starkly contrasted to her worn-out state, and felt a strong urge to bite him hard.
But her back hurt too much; even staying seated on the chair drained her energy, so she had to let Edward remain pleased with himself today.