Daisy Ginger must have taken so roundabout path, Edward Stephens drove for a while and still didn’t see her.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse, the night dark and the wind high. The hospital wasn’t located in a bustling city center; rather, it was sowhat remote. As he drove along this road, apart from his car, there were only a few drunks hugging trash cans and vomiting on the sidewalk. Edward drove for a bit, then returned to his original place, and called Daisy.
The call didn’t go through.
It was rejected.
This damned woman.
He cursed inwardly, having no choice but to bear with it and call her again.
As usual, Daisy rejected the call.
She actually had the nerve to throw a tantrum at him!
Edward rolled his eyes so hard they almost turned upward, seriously wondering how thick her skin was.
Where’s her face?
Finally, on the next call, she picked up. Edward said, "Where are you now? Give an address so I can..."
Daisy: "Get lost. Stop bothering ."
She hung up again.
Edward: "..."
He couldn’t help but curse as he laughed in anger.
For it to be her telling him to get lost, she really had so nerve.
Edward sat in the car, smoked angrily for a while, and only when the throbbing vein in his temple cald down did he drive off to look for her again.
Outside the hospital, it’s not easy to get a taxi on this road; Edward was sure Daisy was still on this path. With those high heels of hers, she couldn’t have walked far.
After driving for about ten minutes, sure enough, he found Daisy sitting on a bench resting under the shade of a plane tree.
He had driven past here earlier, but it was too dark and with the shadows of the trees, he hadn’t seen anyone at all. Now, seeing Daisy sitting on the bench watching him, realizing she had just been sitting there coldly watching him search, he almost wanted to grab her and give her a good shake.
Parking the car by the roadside, the man got out and walked over to her, extending a hand, "Get up. I’ll take you ho."
Daisy sat expressionlessly, not even glancing at his hand, "Get lost. I don’t need you to care."
Edward gritted his back teeth. He glanced side to side, and truly laughed out of anger, "You think I care about you? I’ll take you to the city center, and once there, you can figure out how to get back yourself, I can’t be bothered."
Daisy threw the high heel she was holding at him, hitting Edward’s hand, "Fuck off."
Still cursing.
Edward, who was used to dealing with knowledgeable, polite, and elegant socialites, was encountering soone like Daisy for the first ti, who was unreasonable and reckless. Whoever married her would be unlucky.
He bent down, picked up the broken-heeled shoe from the ground, and glanced at her foot that was only wearing one shoe, "With those shoes, you’ll never make it back by sunrise."
Daisy maintained a cold expression, "None of your concern."
"Halfway there, you’ll be dragged into the woods by those drunks, believe it or not?"
"..."
He snickered, walked over, pinched her chin, and looked at her beautiful yet cold face, threatening, "At that mont who cares if you’re the CEO of Ginger Group? Or are you hoping for sothing like that to happen?—Hiss," he sucked in a breath as Daisy viciously bit his fingertip, rolling his eyes, he used the other hand to scoop up the fur-ruffled cat-like woman off the bench.
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