Edward Stephens took off his coat and saw Daisy Ginger sneaking in from outside the door.
Edward hung the coat in his hand over the back of the sofa, turned around, and pretended not to see her.
He gradually figured out a rule for dealing with Daisy— the more attention he paid to her, the more she would push her luck; if he ignored her, she would instead quiet down.
He took off his clothes, got into bed, pulled over the quilt, turned his back, and planned to sleep.
He was unwell and needed rest, yet Daisy, that woman, was oblivious to the situation. It wasn’t long before the bed dipped slightly; she had climbed up.
Edward turned around, frowning as he looked at the woman lying on his bed.
The woman looked at him innocently, "Edward, are you trying to sleep?"
"Then shall I keep you company?"
"Daisy," Edward finally spoke, his voice cold and emotionless, "you..."
Daisy leaned in and kissed his lips gently, "Don’t speak."
Edward did not continue speaking, but his brows furrowed even tighter, and there was a hint of annoyance in his gaze as he looked at her.
Daisy leaned against the pillow, facing him, and softly asked as she looked at his cold, silent face, "Edward, do you think I’m too clingy?"
"Actually, I won’t be clingy for too long anyway." Daisy retracted her gaze, avoiding looking at his expression, just extending her hand to gently embrace the man’s waist, pressing her face into his chest. "I have to go back to work soon. For these few days, can you just keep me company, okay?"
I waited for you for eight years; I only need you to accompany me for three days.
"When you get better, I promise not to be so clingy."
The man didn’t speak.
Nor did he push her away.
Daisy let out a slow breath, cautiously lifted her eyes, and saw that he had already closed his eyes.
It seemed he was too lazy to argue with her any longer.
Daisy blinked her eyes, her gaze fixed unblinking on the man’s noble and dazzling handsome face under the sunlight.
His hair fell slightly, veiling his increasingly sharp mature features, softening his aura significantly, adding a touch of youthful innocence.
Through this familiar yet strange face, she wanted to see the boy who held her hand eight years ago.
The man’s scent lingered in the air, enveloping her as if trying to swallow her whole in the sunlight.
Cautiously, Daisy reached out her hand, tracing the man’s profile through the air. Just seeing him filled her heart with joy—this treasured person she had waited so long for had finally returned to her side. Even if he no longer remembered her, she was still happy.
She nestled slightly in his embrace, wishing to leave her scent all over him, letting the whole world know that Edward Stephens belonged to Daisy Ginger alone.
Perhaps her little movements were too many, disturbing the man’s sleep; the hand he placed on her waist gave her a light, warning tap.
Daisy instantly froze.
She lay with her eyes open, watching him for a while. When his breathing calmed, she whispered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "Edward Stephens, welcome back to Banyan City."
"Edward Stephens, I will treat you well."
Very well, very well.
The afternoon sun didn’t shine too intensely. In the warmth and embrace of the man, Daisy slowly fell into a deep sleep.
The man, who had kept his eyes closed, slowly opened them, his gaze complex, falling on the face of the woman in front of him.
She slept peacefully, even the corners of her lips carried a smile. Her skin, like wool cream, pure and clean, appeared innocent under the sunlight.
Edward stared at her for a long time, his gaze deep, and after a moment, he slowly withdrew his gaze.