Continuous rainy weather.
Daisy Ginger looked up at the sky and suddenly sneezed.
Edward Stephens walked over with an umbrella, shielding Daisy from the rain drifting over her head.
"I told you to wear a down jacket today, look at what you’re wearing?"
Daisy wrapped herself tighter in her stylish trench coat, unhappily retorting, "But it looks good!"
Edward rolled his eyes, "You deserve to freeze."
He reached out and pulled Daisy over to him. She willingly snuggled into his black down jacket and wrapped her arms around his waist with a comfortable sigh.
Edward glanced at her sideways.
Vain and afraid of the cold, she’s a real piece of work.
He pinched her fair, delicate cheek and then hugged her as they walked toward the door.
As soon as the car door was opened, Daisy imdiately jumped in and quickly turned on the air conditioning.
Edward put away the umbrella and lazily got in, brushing the rain off his clothes.
Today was Daisy’s follow-up appointnt with Nicholas Woods. Her condition had improved a lot recently, and she rarely had nightmares anymore.
She had quit the painkillers, but continued to take various antidepressants. This ti, they wanted to see if the dosage could be reduced.
Mostly because Daisy kept complaining that the more she took them, the more stupid she felt. Several tis, she flushed the pills down the toilet behind his back.
*
Nicholas Woods opened his office early and pushed aside his other consultations, only seeing Edward and Daisy, the couple.
Watching Daisy walk in arm-in-arm with Edward, Nicholas felt the familiar pang of a single man’s loneliness.
It started with the usual inquiry about her recent state, followed by a hypnosis session lasting about half an hour, during which Edward wasn’t allowed to be present.
He went to the vent area and smoked a cigarette.
Then he took out his phone and called Ryan Smith.
The phone rang for a while but then naturally disconnected.
Edward’s brow furrowed slightly.
It had been almost half a month without being able to contact Ryan, and his phone was unreachable.
Though Ryan had changed his number in the past to avoid Gertie, this ti, given the timing of his involvent in getting contacts from the United States to help Daisy, seed too coincidental, and Edward couldn’t help feeling a bit concerned.
He checked the texts he had sent Ryan, all marked unread. He frowned, sending the sa ssage again.
"Need to discuss sothing important, contact when you see this."
The text went out, disappearing into the void as usual. With a "click," the consultation room door opened not far away. Edward stubbed out his cigarette and turned to see Nicholas walking out of the room.
Where is she?
He asked with his eyes.
Nicholas’s face wore a friendly smile, "Miss Ginger is a bit emotionally unstable right now and isn’t ready to co out yet. Mr. Stephens, shall we have a chat?"
Edward looked at him coolly, his tone calm: "What about?"
Nicholas adjusted his glasses and asked with a smile, "About what I ntioned last ti, how have you been doing with building an intimate connection?"
Edward leaned against the railing, "Isn’t she doing well now?"
"With your involvent, Miss Ginger’s treatnt has indeed progressed rapidly," Nicholas marveled. "Mr. Stephens, you’ve really put in the effort."
"Hmm." Edward responded plainly.
Daisy, this woman, was extrely self-centered and disobedient, truly a handful. Not putting in effort was not an option.
Nicholas adjusted his glasses again, smiled, rubbed his hands together, and said to Edward, "The next question is just a routine one we psychologists ask, so don’t be nervous."
Edward turned his head to look at him.
Nicholas asked sincerely, "How often do Miss Ginger and Mr. Stephens engage in marital activities?"
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