After walking a few steps, Daisy Ginger tugged on Edward Stephens’ hand, "Edward, I want to go to the restroom."
Edward Stephens raised his chin, "Go ahead."
Daisy Ginger reached out and hung the burgundy bag she was holding onto Edward Stephens’ arm, "Then you help carry this."
Edward Stephens’ brow indeed furrowed, and Daisy Ginger quickly said, "When boyfriends and girlfriends go shopping, the boyfriend is supposed to carry the girlfriend’s bag. Besides, you’re still my husband now."
"If you don’t want to carry it yourself, why bring a bag?"
"Because it looks nice." Daisy Ginger replied confidently, "And aren’t you here?"
Edward Stephens frowned but said no more, raising his chin, "Go quickly."
"Wait for nearby." Daisy Ginger wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his lower lip, and her slender figure soon vanished into the crowd.
Edward Stephens, lately accustod to Daisy Ginger’s touches, showed no reaction even as she kissed him. He looked down at the burgundy bag covered in sequins with so dislike, intending to find a quiet corner to wait, when he heard Emily Ginger’s gentle voice from behind: "Edward..."
Her voice carried a slight sob. In the bustling mall, Edward Stephens stood silently for a mont before slowly turning to look at her.
Past lovers eting, one reserved and indifferent, the other with reddened eyes.
Edward Stephens looked at her for a while before reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. He held it between his lips and said lightly, "Go to the corner."
Emily Ginger couldn’t help but wipe her eyes, looking as though she would cry upon seeing him. She lowered her head, not daring to et his eyes, and followed the man slowly toward the corner.
In the corner, Edward Stephens lit the cigarette, the clear scent of tobacco spreading through the air. Emily Ginger, slling the familiar aroma, couldn’t hold back her tears, which flowed down her cheeks.
Edward Stephens leaned against the wall without speaking, his handso features carrying a natural aloofness.
After a while, Emily Ginger managed to calm herself and said in a hoarse voice, "Recently, I was harassed by so thugs, it was Ian who was passing by that saved ."
Edward Stephens replied calmly, "He’s a decent person."
Emily Ginger couldn’t help crying again, choking for a few minutes before quietly sobbing, "Edward, I’m sorry..."
"You have nothing to be sorry about," Edward Stephens said blandly, his gaze falling on Emily Ginger, "I failed you. Find soone and have a good life."
His tone was flat and devoid of emotion. Emily Ginger raised her head, looking at the man’s handso and noble face in front of her. There was no hint of a smile in his eyes, only the deep gaze that rested on her, deeper than usual.
He had loved her, if it weren’t for Daisy Ginger...
Whenever she thought about it, her heart couldn’t help but curl up, filled with regret and unresolved feelings.
Edward Stephens looked at her, his eyes deep, and after a mont, he calmly looked away when his phone rang. Daisy Ginger’s voice chirped from the phone, "Edward, I’ve co out now, where are you?"
Edward Stephens responded calmly, "I’ll co find you," and then hung up.
Emily Ginger watched as the man brushed past her, unable to help but ask, "Edward, do you like Daisy Ginger?"
Edward Stephens stubbed out the cigarette butt and tossed it in the trash bin, as if he hadn’t heard her question, leaving without looking back.
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