Edward Stephens saw her, frowned, got up from the sofa, and coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"
"What are you watching?" Daisy Ginger didn’t answer, she just paced over curiously, leaning her head closer to see the English financial news page on Edward Stephens’ iPad.
"Wow, strong mind, despite the disabled body." Daisy comnted.
Edward Stephens: "..."
If murder were not illegal, this woman might have died at his hands countless tis already.
"Daisy, you’re here." Lady Stephens heard her voice and ca down from the second floor with a radiant smile. Today, she wore a light green, form-fitting long dress, which made her look very elegant, gentle, and clean.
"Auntie." Daisy stuck her tongue out at Edward Stephens, then walked over and handed the sunflowers she was holding to the servant following Lady Stephens, "Did I co too early?"
"Not too early, not too early, dinner is almost ready, you ca just in ti, Daisy." Lady Stephens held her hand as if she was very pleased with her, pulling her towards the dining room. As they reached the door, she realized she hadn’t called her son for dinner and turned to Edward Stephens, "Edward, why are you still sitting there, hurry up and co over!"
Edward Stephens sat on the sofa, feeling like he had no status at all at ho.
He looked up and saw Daisy standing next to his mother, secretly laughing at him.
She must be truly smug now.
Just the thought of eventually having to compromise with this woman made Edward Stephens’ dark eyes turn gloomy.
*
The dinner was very lavish, made to the standards of a five-star hotel, mostly full of things Daisy liked.
Daisy, wearing gloves, peeled a shrimp and tossed it into Edward Stephens’ bowl, then winked at him.
Edward Stephens glanced at her, expressionless, raised his hand, and with a flick of his chopsticks, tossed the shrimp out of the bowl.
Daisy’s smile didn’t change, though she cursed inwardly, this damn man, he used to love shrimp, how could he not cherish food now!
If he won’t eat it, she will!
Daisy peeled all the shrimp from the bowl of boiled shrimp in front of her in one go, giving half to Lady Stephens and putting half in her own bowl, ignoring Edward Stephens’ brooding expression.
Halfway through the dinner, Lady Stephens smiled and spoke: "Edward, when do you two plan to get the marriage certificate? Should I invite a master to pick a date, since getting married is such a big deal?"
Edward Stephens continued eating without even lifting his eyelids, his voice indifferent: "No need, the third of next month."
"And the wedding?"
"Who’s to say when we’ll get divorced, why waste ti holding a wedding?"
Lady Stephens quickly glanced at Daisy’s expression, then kicked Edward Stephens under the table and smiled placatingly at Daisy: "Daisy, let’s get the certificate first, and I’ll find a master to pick a good day for the wedding later, okay?"
Daisy had already eaten her fill, propping up her face on the dining chair, smiling sweetly at Edward Stephens, who wouldn’t even look at her. She played with the leftover shrimp in her bowl and said lightly, "The wedding really isn’t necessary. If Edward doesn’t like it, then we won’t hold it."
After all, what she wanted was the na on the other half of his household registration book, the wedding ceremony, all that is superficial; it can wait until Edward Stephens recovers his mory.
Or to put it another way, having the wedding once Edward Stephens has recovered his mory would be more aningful.
Thinking of this, the smile on Daisy’s face took on a gentle warmth.
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