"She got pissed and left?" Ryan Smith shouted incredulously, seemingly not expecting that his secret techniques in Edward Stephens’ hands could be so powerful, "What did you do?"
Edward Stephens leaned back in the dining chair, lazily playing with the knife and fork, and calmly narrated, "Picked her up after work, gave her flowers, took her to dinner—weren’t those all your teachings?"
"That’s it?" Ryan’s voice sounded as if he were in front of him now, ready to choke him, "Didn’t I tell you to apologize properly? Edward Stephens, you left a girl hanging, and you apologize with such lack of sincerity, no wonder she’s pissed at you!"
Edward frowned slightly and responded, "I did apologize. She just wouldn’t accept it."
"How did you apologize?"
"I reasoned with her."
"..." Ryan almost wanted to howl to the heavens, weakly said through the phone, "Edward, won, do not respond to logic."
He spoke with an extrely earnest tone, as if stating so profound truth.
Edward took a drag of his cigarette and said lightly, "Anyway, I did everything you said. It’s your useless advice."
Seeing that he so casually shifted all the bla onto him, Ryan could barely resist becoming a huge hamr to smash him.
He said, "You were wrong to stand her up on her birthday in the first place. That day, even if it were raining knives, you should’ve gotten there in ti for her."
Under the light, Edward’s noble features looked ever more calm and indifferent. He exhaled a puff of smoke and asked back with an even tone, "Do you expect to just let her die?"
In Edward’s indifferent tone, Ryan slowly ca to realize—Edward actually had feelings for Emily Ginger.
On the contrary, it was to Daisy Ginger that his feelings were faint.
That day, he turned back and chose to save Emily Ginger. It was only natural—besides, for him, Daisy was just having a birthday, whereas Emily was truly in danger.
And now, he wanted to make ands with Daisy.
Maybe it was because he felt guilty about standing her up, or perhaps, as a husband, he had this vague sense of accommodation for his wife, or maybe there was a subtle fondness he harbored for Daisy...
In any case, under so indescribable emotion, he chose to redy the situation, to ease the tension between them.
Ryan had never experienced such complicated emotional issues as Edward. His relationships were always peaceful, everyone got along well, he never faced the risk of being kicked out like Edward.
He speculated a bunch of ifs and maybes, then sighed into the phone, "I’ve taught you everything I could, but you’re such a useless student, I can’t make bricks without straw."
Edward scoffed, "Useless."
Ryan was amused by his audacity, "Alright, I’m useless. I just want to see how you, Mr. Capable, will win your wife’s heart back."
"Ha." Edward let out a mocking chuckle and abruptly cut off the call.
He stood up and paid the bill.
If he knew Ryan was this useless, he wouldn’t have wasted ti with him.
Edward left the restaurant, one hand in his pocket, walking slowly down the street alone, contemplating his relationship with Daisy.
He walked past a jewelry store.
Edward stopped, lifted his eyes to the sparkling jewelry in the window lit up like starlight, his gaze falling on a diamond necklace.
.
After a while, he lightly bit the cigarette end, sothing appeared in his deep eyes, and he pushed open the jewelry store door, stepping inside.
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