Her words seed to make the man slightly startled.
After a mont, Robert Stephens chuckled softly.
He seed to be truly amused by her words, and after laughing for a while, he said, "Daisy Ginger, did you misunderstand sothing?"
"What do you an?"
"Edward is my brother. Even if I’m not good to anyone, it’s impossible for to be unkind to him. But you," he glanced over at her, his eyes revealing a sharp cold glint, softly said, "your existence is the main cause of his harm. After you leave, I’ll find soone suitable and obedient for Edward. His future affairs don’t need your concern; you should focus on yourself."
His words were already dripping with sarcasm.
Daisy didn’t say anything more. She bowed her head, sat there silently for a while, then stood up and nodded, "Then I’ll be leaving."
Robert did not stop her, allowing her to leave.
Daisy pushed the door open and stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the air until the faint aroma in her nose dissipated.
Charlotte Smith stood not far away. Seeing her co out, she nodded slightly at her.
Daisy glanced at her, not having anything particular to say, casually nodded to greet her, and planned to return.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps ca from the bamboo grove. Daisy raised her head, instinctively looking forward, and saw Edward Stephens’ figure erge from the grove.
"Second Young Master..." Charlotte called out to him.
Seeing his hurried expression, Daisy hesitated about whether to speak. Just then, he ca up to her, grabbed her arm, and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?!"
He didn’t control his strength, and her arm hurt intensely. Daisy’s face turned pale, and she whispered to him, "You’re hurting !"
Edward silently looked at her, glanced her up and down, making sure her arms and legs were intact and she was lively, before gradually relaxing, then pulled her into his embrace, his voice muffled, "You scared to death."
His heartbeat was exceptionally fast, pounding against her chest, resonating through her ribcage.
Held tightly by him, Daisy breathed in only the faint scent of masculinity on him.
For so reason, she actually felt sowhat reassured.
"I’m fine." After a long while, Daisy softly spoke, "Let go of , I can’t breathe."
Edward took a deep breath before releasing her. He turned his head to look at Charlotte not far away, his eyes instantly turning cold, and asked, "Why did you bring her here?"
Charlotte bowed her head, moved her lips as if trying to answer, but a gentle male voice from inside the house ca over, overriding her voice: "I heard you are planning a wedding soon, so I asked Charlotte to bring Daisy over to discuss the wedding details."
Robert Stephens’ silhouette gradually appeared at the doorway, sitting in a wheelchair. His face wore a gentle smile, and his deanor was composed, showing none of the contempt and coldness he had displayed inside the house towards her.
Edward said nothing, but pulled Daisy behind him. He seed not to get along well with his brother and didn’t plan to show him any kindness. After looking at Robert for a while, he said, "I will handle the wedding details myself, no need for my brother to worry. Daisy, let’s go ho."
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