Edward Stephens walked quickly, but ultimately still couldn’t catch the elevator.
He glanced at the floor where the man had stopped, and pressed the button for the adjacent elevator.
Inside the elevator, he lightly furrowed his brow, unusually a bit agitated. Lady Stephens called him, but he directly declined the call.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw that unfamiliar man carrying Daisy Ginger into a hotel room.
Edward Stephens frowned, and under the lighting, his calm face revealed a vague chill.
With a sullen expression, he walked over, knocked on the door, and intended to break in if no one opened it.
A few seconds later, someone came over and opened the door.
Edward Stevens quickly swept his gaze inside the room. Daisy, dressed in a formal gown, clothes intact, was lying on the bed unconscious.
Unclear whether feeling hidden anger or relief, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the young man before him with a frown, and asked in a deep voice: "You..."
The man suddenly raised his hand and pushed him, stepping out of the room as if not wanting Daisy to hear, deliberately closing the door.
"Edward Stephens," he stood before him indifferently, voice cold and hoarse, calling his name with contemptuous and defiant expression, "You think you’re the only one who’s her childhood friend?"
"..." Edward was momentarily taken aback, the words he was about to say blocked by the man’s words. He looked at the other person, and coldly said, "You’ve got the wrong person."
Ethan Pond licked his lip ring, couldn’t help but laugh in anger, looking at Edward’s cold, unfeeling expression under the light, sarcastically said: "You’re not called Edward Stephens, you’re called David Stephens?"
Edward gave him an indifferent glance, then calmly reached for the hotel room’s door handle, with an icy warning, "Whatever your relationship with Daisy is, but she’s my wife now."
He pushed open the door, walked in with a sullen face.
Only one wall lamp was lit in the hotel room.
Daisy lay on the bed, sleeping soundly, her dark lashes casting dense shadows against her fair skin in a fan shape, looking as though she was at peace with the world.
He glanced at her several times, exhaled softly, walked to the sofa nearby, and made a call to Lady Stephens.
On the other end, Lady Stephens quickly answered.
She seemed to still be waiting at the hotel entrance, the sound from her phone a bit noisy, "Edward, where did you run off to? Did something happen?"
"Nothing." He replied calmly, "You head back first, don’t wait for me."
"Daisy got drunk." He glanced at the drunken woman, "I’m here keeping an eye on her."
"You ran into Daisy?" Lady Stephens’ voice sounded a bit delighted, she laughed, "Then take good care of her, I’ll head home first. If anything comes up, call me."
Edward responded with a faint "Hmm," hung up the phone, leaned on the sofa, crossing his legs while looking at Daisy.
He then frowned, lowered his head, and lit a cigarette.
This damned woman, still daring to drink herself here, not afraid of being picked up and taken to a small grove.
Daisy was not sleeping peacefully.
Vaguely waking up, her throat unbearably dry, she heard someone moving nearby, and hazily called out: "Water..."
Soon, someone came over, helped her up from the bed, and pressed a warm ceramic cup to her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth, and a strange-tasting warm water poured into her mouth.
Daisy immediately spat all the water out.