The roses are bright and alluring.
Anyone who has t Daisy Ginger might easily associate her with flowers.
She is a woman who is very aware of her looks and charm, and knows how to amplify her allure. For instance, the body lotion she uses every day carries a subtle rose scent.
Edward Stephens looked at the roses for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze and asked Ryan Smith, "Who else knows about this?"
His expression was serious, and his eyes deep, shedding the usual relaxed deanor and showing the upbringing under the Stephens family.
Ryan also toned down his frivolous expression, looking at Edward, "Besides your mom... currently, I don’t think anyone else knows." He glanced at Edward’s rarely gloomy expression and guessed sothing, "Edward, are you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the phone on the table vibrated, prompting him to fall silent and watch Edward take the call.
The room was very quiet, completely isolating any noise from outside, so when the woman’s crisp voice ca through the phone, it was especially clear.
"Edward Stephens, where did you wander off to again? Are you abandoning !"
Edward said, "Aren’t you still at work?"
"But I’m almost done with work!"
He lowered his gaze and said softly, "A friend from abroad ca to visit, and I got delayed a bit. Wait for a few minutes in the office, I’ll call you when I arrive."
"Oh." Edward could imagine her expression while saying this—probably pouting again, "You can’t let wait too long. Sitting in the office chair is tiring."
"Hmm, I’ll be quick."
After hanging up the phone, Edward looked up to see Ryan staring at him with an expression of disbelief.
He pocketed his phone, maintaining a calm deanor, "What’s up?"
"What do you have to do later?!"
"Pick her up from work."
"You’re playing chauffeur in Banyan City?!" Ryan looked like he was about to explode, "The legendary genius of the Stephens family is playing chauffeur? Edward Stephens," he lunged forward as if to strangle him, "I’ll give you ten million dollars a year to co back to the United States with . I’ll hire a hundred drivers to pick up your wife!"
Edward rolled his eyes at him and kicked him back, "I’m not interested in your money."
Ryan was so angry he wanted to scratch him, Edward took a sip of water, "Stop fooling around."
"Do you like her? Why are you spoiling her so much!"
Edward said blandly, "I’ve got nothing better to do."
"Damn it, shut up!" Ryan was furious, pointing at his nose, "You left in the United States to suffer, and you’re telling you have nothing to do..."
Edward put down the water glass and stood up from the sofa, "It’s getting late, I’m going to pick her up."
Ryan rolled around on the couch in frustration, "No way, you have to go back to the United States with , Edward Stephens, or we can’t be brothers anymore!"
Edward rolled his eyes at him, casually grabbed the bunch of roses, and said in a calm tone, "If you want to threaten , first change your personality."
"..." Ryan paused for a mont, looking at him suspiciously, "Really?"
Edward: "..."
This shaless guy.
"I say, you haven’t really fallen for her, have you?" Ryan sat up from the sofa, his short orange hair tousled like a fluffy bird’s nest. He pursed his lips, rare for him to worry about his friend, "This is a bit tricky, Edward. Do you want to tell her first?"
"There’s nothing tricky about it." He lit a cigarette, holding it between his lips, and said in a calm, indifferent tone, "Just don’t let a fourth person know."
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