Ian Linton’s gaze lingered slightly on her ear, his eyes seemingly froze for a mont, showing a hint of surprise.
Soon, that trace of shock disappeared from his eyes, his elegant and handso face revealing a faint smile, as he gestured for Daisy Ginger and the others to proceed.
"Let’s go, Edward." Daisy Ginger turned her head, looking toward Edward Stephens behind her. He seed to be still examining her earrings, not lifting his head much. Daisy Ginger smiled, reaching out to hold his warm fingers, and walked towards the private room with him.
Abigail Perry’s attention didn’t seem focused on them. When Ian Linton invited her and Edward Stephens to dine together, she didn’t really respond, just cautiously holding Emily Ginger’s arm, nervously reminding her when they passed the steps.
Emily Ginger remained silent the entire ti, standing beside Abigail Perry, her head lowered, not glancing towards her and Edward Stephens even once. Sotis, she would subconsciously touch her abdon with one hand, her expression carrying the unique cautiousness of a new mother-to-be.
She was already prepared to beco a mother. Daisy Ginger watched her, pondering silently. A few days ago, she heard that Emily was going to call off the engagent with Ian Linton, and thought sothing had happened between them.
Now it seems, after all, it’s just a normal couple’s quarrel.
The arrival of this child seems to have completely redirected her attention away from Edward Stephens.
Daisy Ginger curved her lips, feeling that things seed to be progressing more and more in the direction she hoped.
The five of them took their seats.
The dishes Ian Linton ordered were quickly brought to the table.
Cumin roasted ribs, large plate chicken, oil-braised shrimp, sliced beef...
Daisy Ginger glanced over a few tis, discovering that most of them were things she liked to eat or could stomach.
This place is truly a treasure, she could co here with Edward Stephens more often.
Ian Linton used serving chopsticks to give Emily Ginger a piece of rib, and then gave Daisy Ginger an oil-braised shrimp, smiling as he said to Daisy Ginger, "Director Ginger, this restaurant’s oil-braised shrimp is a specialty, I wonder if you’d like it."
Daisy Ginger really loved shrimp, no matter how it’s cooked, she thanked him and then tossed the shrimp onto Edward Stephens’ plate, "Peel it for ."
Edward Stephens glanced at her with her justified look, and then pushed the shrimp back into Daisy Ginger’s bowl, saying plainly, "Peel it yourself if you want to eat."
Daisy Ginger pouted, and Ian Linton stepped in to smooth things over. He put on disposable gloves, saying gently to Daisy Ginger, "Director Ginger, if you like, let help you."
This ti, it was Daisy Ginger’s turn to feel a bit embarrassed. She coughed softly a few tis and said to Ian Linton, "Ian, no need, I can do it myself."
She wasn’t spoiled to the extent of needing others to peel shrimp and feed her, she just wanted to eat the ones Edward Stephens peeled for her.
Ian Linton quickly peeled two shrimps for her and placed them in Daisy Ginger’s plate. Edward Stephens was eating roasted beef, glanced up at Ian.
Ian Linton turned his head to look at him, smiling gently, and asked, "Edward, would you like so wine? The rice wine here is quite nice too."
His smile was gentle, on a youthful, handso face, without the slightest aggression.
Edward Stephens withdrew his gaze: "No need. I have to drive later."
The al was eaten as usual, Abigail Perry did not create any ruckus, always bustling around her daughter, serving her yam soup, peeling shrimps, giving her dishes.
Emily Ginger’s expression was always calm. She ate her al quietly, not interacting much with Abigail Perry. With her pregnancy, she seed to have matured a lot, becoming quiet, with a gentle stability beneath her frail appearance.
Reviews
All reviews (0)