Daisy Ginger was quite happy being coaxed by him.
This guy usually didn’t say sweet words to her, but once he started, he was spot on, with a whole basket of sweet talk.
She deliberately acted a bit proud, "You clearly liked Emily Ginger too."
Edward Stephens sighed, looked at her, seemed a bit helpless, and stood up to tidy up the pile of books Daisy had messed up, "She’s different." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
"How is she different?"
"Back then, I just wanted to find a girl to date before I died," he glanced at her, "Who knew you, the one breaking walls, would appear?"
Daisy pouted, "You two even talked about marriage!"
"It’s normal to give a title if we mutually like each other, isn’t it?"
Daisy felt a pang of jealousy.
Mutually like each other, huh? If she hadn’t intervened, who knows what else would have happened.
Seeing Daisy’s peculiar expression, the man chuckled softly, patted her little butt, "Get up, isn’t it cold sitting on the floor?"
Daisy was still quite unhappy, regretting a bit that she mentioned Emily, knowing Edward wasn’t at fault. He just lost his past memories, which might never return.
It’s just that, in a part of his life, he met a girl he quite liked and had a romance with her.
She was just being jealous herself.
Daisy stood up, walked over to hug his waist, and looked up at him, "Then what do I mean to you?"
He mutually liked Emily Ginger, so what was she in his eyes?
Edward lowered his eyes, looked at her charming little face, stroked her hair, and whispered softly in her ear, "You are my enchanting muse."
The warm breath brushed against her ear, Daisy was slightly stunned, her legs felt a bit weak.
She looked up at the man’s playful smile in his eyes, like shimmering waves, completely enveloping her.
Daisy’s face turned red all of a sudden.
Being an enchanting muse seemed a level above mutually liking each other.
She let go of him, coughed lightly, feeling elated from his coaxing, awkwardly took her pajamas from the closet, and said with her head down, "I’m going to take a shower."
Edward watched her back, the faint smile on his lips gradually disappeared, leaving only deep eyes.
What does Daisy mean to him?
Before meeting her, he never knew he could be so selfish.
She brought out his true nature, after all, the same blood flowed in his veins as that person’s.
She was the root of his selfishness.
When Daisy came out after her shower, she saw Edward was putting his pile of books on the shelf.
They were all some strange, incomprehensible texts, though she remembered he read them with great interest.
She walked over and curiously asked, "Do you have photos from when you were in college?"
She was quite interested to see what Edward looked like when he was young.
Edward glanced at her, took out a hardback English book, Daisy glanced at it, realizing it was "The Red and the Black," feeling a bit relieved because she had read this book herself.
A stack of photos was taken out by Edward, Daisy eagerly accepted them and flipped through a few.
Then, she found a graduation photo among them.
In the photo, Edward was wearing a black graduation gown, and compared to his colorful-skinned classmates, he looked handsome and upright, though he looked several years younger than his peers.
Daisy curiously asked, "When was this photo taken?"
Edward leaned over, glanced at it, and casually said, "Twenty years old."
Daisy almost spat out blood, "You graduated college at twenty? Then what did you drop out from?"