Something was placed on the crystal coffee table not far away.
Footsteps sounded both near and distant, until a shadow was cast in front of her.
Daisy Ginger struggled to open her eyes and saw a man looking down at her with a frown.
"Edward Stephens," she murmured, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you here..."
"Has the fever made you stupid?" The man stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hand, "Hurry up and eat the instant noodles, I’ll drive you to the hospital later."
Daisy Ginger stared blankly at the bowl of instant noodles opposite her. In the sunlight, steam rose, adding a touch of life to the otherwise empty villa.
Her head was suddenly patted gently, pulling her back to reality, and she looked up at Edward.
The man stood in front of her, looking down at her, frowning, "What are you standing there stunned for? Eat, did you hear me?"
"Oh..." Daisy Ginger cautiously reached out and took the cup of instant noodles, sipping it gingerly; it was seafood flavored, the same kind she’s been eating for the past few days.
But today, the taste of the noodles, which she’d grown tired of, seemed particularly different.
She sniffled and asked in a raspy voice, "Edward Stephens, why did you come over?"
Edward stood by the door, lighting a cigarette, and upon hearing her voice, he glanced at her, responding indifferently, "Your secretary called me to tell you to go back and sign the contract."
"Oh..." Daisy Ginger responded with a nod, her expression unchanged, just curled up on the sofa, eating the noodles in small bites.
Her hair was messy and untidy, her dress wrinkled and clinging to her body. A ray of sunlight slanted in from the window, landing on her, making her look like a stray cat without a home.
Edward leaned against the door, holding a cigarette, watching her eat the noodles over there.
She rarely ate so earnestly, and finally finished even the soup, smiling at him from the sofa: "It’s very good, Edward Stephens, thank you for making me noodles."
As obedient as though she’d become a different person.
Edward tilted his chin slightly: "Change your clothes, I’ll take you to the hospital."
Daisy Ginger paused for a moment, then shook her head at him, "I have a contract negotiation this afternoon, it’s getting late, I’ll go to the office first."
Edward sneered, saying coldly, "Who cares."
He turned indifferent suddenly, turned around, and went outside straight away.
Daisy Ginger watched his back, feeling a bit flustered. It was rare for Edward to come find her, and it seemed she’d made him unhappy.
She stood up and instinctively chased after him, calling out, "Edward Stephens!"
The man was standing not far away, turning his head to glance at her.
Daisy Ginger struggled to walk over, trying to explain to him, "That contract is very important, and the company has been unstable lately. If I don’t secure this deal, the board will impeach me..."
She seemed to want to reassure him, but the man interrupted her coldly, "No need to explain to me. It has nothing to do with me."
Daisy Ginger looked at him, biting her lip, seemingly quite unsure.
"I’m leaving." The man stopped responding to her, turned around, and walked straight to the car.
Daisy Ginger watched his back, her heart in a panic, and couldn’t help but call out to him, "Edward Stephens, I..."
Something warm flowed down from her nose, Daisy Ginger instinctively reached out, bright red droplets falling into her palm, she was momentarily bewildered, feeling her strength fading away with the blood.
Her legs faltered, and she knelt onto the grass, large blotches of blood staining her snow-white shirt...