Edward Stephens released her ankle and warned her expressionlessly, "Daisy Ginger, I don’t just sleep with anyone."
Daisy Ginger replied earnestly, "Coincidentally, neither do I."
Edward: "..." This woman probably doesn’t even know how to spell "shame."
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Daisy Ginger propped her chin up and glanced at him with a bit of a smug expression.
Edward withdrew his gaze coldly, deciding to ignore her.
The more attention he gives her, the more she gets carried away.
Lady Stephens called back with red eyes, feeling that something must have happened at the dinner table while she was away. However, seeing Daisy Ginger smiling happily, she felt relieved.
As long as she’s happy, it’s all good.
After returning from the United States, Lady Stephens didn’t stay in their old house.
The new villa was brand new, a detached villa in the best area of Banyan City, priceless in the market.
But since it was just her and Edward Stephens living there, it seemed a bit too spacious.
After dinner, Edward went straight back to the bedroom, while Daisy Ginger chatted with Lady Stephens for a while before heading to the guest room prepared for her by the servants.
Edward showered and went to bed, but hadn’t slept long when he heard the sound of the door opening from outside.
The sight of her nearly made him laugh out loud in anger: clad in pajamas, holding a pillow at the door, Edward turned on the light, frowning, and asked, "Daisy Ginger, what on earth are you playing at again?"
Daisy Ginger was wearing a wine-red camisole nightgown, possibly made by the seamstress Lady Stephens hired for her. The material was thin, soft, and hugged her curves intimately. Her hair, let down completely, looked as voluminous as seaweed, and she stood confidently at his door with her chin lifted, loudly declaring, "Edward Stephens, I’m sleeping with you tonight!"
This declaration was so loud, it probably echoed throughout the entire villa.
"..." Edward’s face instantly darkened; he felt like strangling this troublemaker.
She showed no fear of his blackened face and, dragging her pillow, climbed onto his bed. The nightgown was thin, with a wide neckline—when she leaned over, half of her chest was exposed.
Edward quickly turned his face away, unable to resist cursing internally; what was his mother thinking, making her such a loose-fitting dress?!
Daisy Ginger took the opportunity to snuggle into his bed, mocking, "Edward Stephens, don’t tell me you’re shy?"
Edward was slightly irritable; his face was cold as he threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and grabbed the shirt lying on the sofa to drape over himself.
Daisy Ginger watched his back; she pursed her lips, unhappily calling out, "Edward Stephens!"
The man turned away from her, fastening his shirt buttons, both his back and tone cold: "I already said, I don’t just sleep with anyone."
Daisy Ginger sat on the bed, "Edward Stephens, I’m your legally married wife now."
"You can sue me in court for marital neglect; I’d be quite willing to cooperate with you for a divorce."
Daisy Ginger: "In your dreams."
The man turned around and looked at her face, reached out and pinched her chin maliciously, saying, "Then be prepared to be a living widow. It’s up to you."
"If you don’t touch me, don’t even think about touching other women." Daisy Ginger looked him directly in the eyes, "Edward Stephens, if you dare cheat on me, you better be mentally prepared."
When she said this, her tone and expression were very calm, but the hidden meaning within was extremely grim.
Is there anything this woman wouldn’t dare to do? Even shamelessly stealing her sister’s man seemed justifiable to her.