Daisy Ginger realized that she could now accept the fact that Edward Stephens liked Emily Ginger with a calm heart.
What was once unbelievable, now talking about it, felt quite plain.
The capacity of human acceptance can indeed be astonishing.
She ate her fill, stood up from the sofa, and nodded towards Edward Stephens: "I want to take another nap. I’ll call you when I wake up."
Edward didn’t say anything, just wiped his hands in a slow and deliberate manner. Daisy knew he heard her and didn’t say anything further, then lifted the blanket and went back to sleep.
She felt a bit tired facing Edward, but this little bit of tiredness couldn’t shake her strong obsession of eight years.
Daisy took another nap.
This nap lasted until nearly nine in the morning.
She sent a text message to Oliver Rubio, telling him she was taking a leave today, then called Edward Stephens to come pick her up.
Half an hour later, she was all washed and dressed.
The dress Edward bought for her was one size too big; she had to borrow a lady’s belt from a waitress.
This man didn’t even know her dress size.
She had once imagined various futures with Edward, but never one .
She knew this wasn’t the marriage she wanted, but it seemed like it was already too late.
For instance, she didn’t always want to argue with him, it’s just that she no longer knew how to talk to him properly.
However, as long as she thought about it, she was still young and had time to endure with Edward, endure for decades. Compared to the eight years of her life without him, the future with long years together didn’t seem all that significant.
Thinking this way made her restless heart calm down significantly.
She still had enough time to make Edward fall in love with her again.
That was the only thing worth being thankful for.
Lady Stephens seemed to think that Edward had mistreated her, so this time back, she was quite attentive.
Not only did she personally peel an apple for her, but she also helped scold Edward openly and secretly.
Edward at first listened by the side, and finally couldn’t help it, went upstairs with a dark face.
"Auntie," Daisy finally spoke when Edward left, smiling, "Edward and I are fine."
Lady Stephens was peeling an orange for her, and upon hearing this, paused for a moment, "Oh, you’re fine?"
"We’re fine." Daisy shook her head, "Just a little misunderstanding, it’s already resolved."
"Resolved is good, resolved is good." Lady Stephens seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a gentle smile appearing on her face, "Auntie almost dragged Edward to your company to apologize to you."
Daisy accepted the orange Lady Stephens peeled, shared half with her, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "There’s really nothing wrong."
After reassuring Lady Stephens, Daisy picked a yellow-orange tangerine from the fruit plate and leisurely went upstairs.
Edward was standing by the window of his bedroom door, smoking, and turned his head to look at her when he heard her calling.
Daisy walked over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and smiled: "Auntie asked me to stay tonight."
Edward’s response was indifferent: "Then stay."
She watched him face-to-face for a while, then stuffed a wedge of tangerine into his mouth.
"Edward Stephens, do you still remember there’s something I asked you to agree to?"
Edward looked at her face, slowly chewed the tangerine, and calmly said: "I don’t remember."
Daisy said: "Whether you remember or not, since you’ve eaten my tangerine, you have to agree."
He really wanted to spit it out and return it to her.