He said, "Why are you running?"
"I won’t eat you."
"Oh. You will eat ."
"The robe you tore cost several thousand dollars. Who do you think I should have pay for it?"
"Hmm?"
...
Daisy Ginger was utterly ashad.
She curled up in his arms, trembling, "I-I can pay you back."
"Heh." He laughed lowly behind her, his voice raspy and magnetic from a cold, "What you owe isn’t just money."
Daisy Ginger’s guilty conscience made her heart nearly leap out of her throat at his ambiguous suggestion.
He held her: "I’m going to sleep."
"!"
"Snore, snore, snore——"
"!"
Daisy Ginger turned her head, and what ca into view was the shadow cast by the thick lashes on the man’s fair skin.
He had his eyes closed, unmoved by her gaze, only emitting steady breaths.
It seed as though he really had fallen asleep.
Daisy Ginger couldn’t help but find it amusing and reached out to touch his thick lashes until he impatiently opened his eyes and looked at her reproachfully.
"If you’re going to sleep, at least take your dicine first." She lifted the packet of dicine, "I’m not joking, it’ll develop into pneumonia."
When Royal Entertainnt first started, because the Shelton family wouldn’t invest, it was incredibly difficult. She stealthily put in several million herself before it actually got off the ground.
When she married Jas Shelton, it was agreed that they would have a fake marriage; she would handle the elders for him, he would save Erin Ginger for her, and likewise, she could help him start Royal Entertainnt, but he had to help her take care of the child.
But starting a listed company isn’t easy. Without early funding, she was both the company’s manager and its employee—not only did she have to secure investnts, but she also had to manage artists, so busy she wished she had three heads and six arms.
Then one day, Jas Shelton suddenly called to tell her that young Erin was hospitalized.
A cold, fever, white blood cell count was several hundred tis the norm, almost scared her to death.
It was finally diagnosed as pneumonia caused by the cold.
Just because she was sick and didn’t have ti to accompany him, he refused to take dicine and secretly threw it away behind Jas Shelton’s back.
The child was very well-behaved from a young age, didn’t cry or make trouble, early-maturing and smart, but this temper was entirely inherited from Edward Stephens, stubborn and unscrupulous in achieving goals.
Daisy Ginger looked at the culprit in front of her, feeling her teeth grind.
Now Edward Stephens was sick too, and the father and son’s thods were just the sa, exactly alike.
Just looking at it made her angry.
"..." Edward Stephens lay on the bed, his long lashes moving slightly, neither speaking nor acting. Seed like a beautiful porcelain doll.
Daisy Ginger watched him pretend to be good.
When she found the pills that young Erin had sneakily thrown into the flowerpot, that boy had the sa innocent look, as if it wasn’t his doing at all.
Daisy Ginger wasn’t swayed by this, poured out the dicine, and ordered him to take it.
Under her dominance, Edward Stephens had to swallow a few pills.
He was in good health, hardly ever sick since childhood, and after taking just a few, he got choked on them, lying on the bed coughing incessantly.
This startled Daisy Ginger.
Seeing that he looked like he was about to choke himself to death, Daisy Ginger dared not make him take any more, touched his burning forehead, and worriedly said, "You better go to the hospital for an IV drip?"
Even worse at taking dicine than young Erin, this child is useless.
The man let her touch his face, listening to Daisy Ginger’s words, blinking his beautiful eyes, looking weak and powerless.
He completely looked like a sickly beauty.
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