Edward Stephens said in a deep voice, "Daisy Ginger, I’m not in the mood to argue with you."
Daisy Ginger: "I just want to argue with you."
Edward Stephens: "..."
She really came here to argue with him.
Seeing the atmosphere between the two freeze more and more, Lady Stephens weakly stepped in to smooth things over.
She said ingratiatingly, "Daisy, aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you go out for dinner?"
Daisy Ginger glanced at Edward Stephens and snorted coldly, "I’m already full, and I think he’s probably full from anger, doesn’t need dinner."
Edward Stephens pinched her: "You really have the nerve to say that."
Daisy Ginger squinted her eyes, about to scratch him.
From the hospital room came the faint sound of Emily Ginger’s call: "Edward, Edward, sob sob, Edward..."
Edward Stephens paused in his actions, glanced at Daisy Ginger, then collected his expression, let go, and turned into the hospital room.
Daisy Ginger pursed her lips slightly, watching Edward Stephens turn away without hesitation, with a deep and unreadable expression in her eyes.
Lady Stephens looked at her gloomy demeanor, secretly alarmed, huddling to the side without daring to speak.
Emily Ginger lay on the hospital bed, her breath so weak it was almost nonexistent, having just undergone major surgery, coming back from the brink of life and death, and then receiving a blow from Daisy Ginger, leaving her utterly confused.
Seeing Edward Stephens walk in, she cried and struggled to sit up to grab his hand, the man standing a meter away, looking at her warmly and calmly, calling her name: "Emily, don’t make a fuss. Listen to me, okay?"
Listening to his voice, Emily Ginger cried even harder, unable to restrain herself, tears streaming down her face, hoarsely saying to him: "I like you, Edward, I really like you, don’t leave me... I’ll listen to you from now on, I’ll be good, I’ll never make you angry again..."
Daisy Ginger walked in from the door, leaned against the wall, watching with her arms crossed as if she were watching a show.
Edward Stephens glanced at her eager expression, unable to understand what strange interest this woman had.
Emily Ginger, seeing him silent, lifted her tearful eyes to look at the man standing not far away.
He was just as handsome as she remembered; the memories of their past interactions were still vivid, Edward Stephens was cold to her, their relationship wasn’t as fiery and passionate as other couples, he seemed charming and carefree, but deep down, he still had the aloof dignity of a wealthy heir.
Approaching him for his status, she felt guilty; Edward Stephens wasn’t warm to her, she dare not cross the line; he wasn’t enthusiastic, she was cautious, they maintained a restrained relationship.
But he would drive over on rainy days just to bring her an umbrella, would send gifts and cakes on her birthday, would take her to the hospital when she was sick.
Since moving to Banyan City and living in that big house, the men courting her outnumbered fish crossing the river, more romantic and extravagant than Edward Stephens; she didn’t even think what Edward did was special.
Until that day, the man broke up with her.
He knew everything, saw everything, and he had been so gentle to her.
It was her ignorance, unable to see through his heart, assuming his gentleness was ordinary.
Only in the moment of losing him completely did she understand his heart, how could she possibly accept it all?
She couldn’t accept it, she owed Edward Stephens, she felt dissatisfied, she truly made a mistake.