Edward Stephens didn’t pay any attention to her this ti.
Daisy Ginger watched him for a while with her eyes open. The warmth in her stomach even ward up her cold hands and feet. She was so exhausted she couldn’t hold on and gradually fell asleep.
Edward Stephens sat on the sofa, played with his phone for a while, and heard the even breathing from the room.
He looked up, his gaze landing on the pale face of the woman on the bed.
Even in her sleep, she seed restless, her brows constantly furrowed.
Edward watched for a mont, got up, and walked out of the room, leaning against the wall by the door, and made a phone call.
"Hey, Ryan..."
*
Daisy Ginger had a nightmare.
She dread that her bedroom was on fire, and when she opened the door, a mass of flas rushed toward her.
"Ah—!" she scread, her eyes snapping open.
She felt very hot, her mouth dry, and it was already dark. The room was empty, and she could hear her rapid heartbeat and breathing.
Feeling so lonely, she instinctively called out, "Edward!"
Her voice echoed in the room.
Edward Stephens wasn’t there anymore.
Actually, it was normal for him not to be there, but Daisy felt her heart sink, filled with unavoidable disappointnt and sadness.
Feeling upset, she couldn’t help but call out his na again, "Edward..."
"Calling the spirits or what."
Suddenly, a man’s voice ca from the sofa not far away, startling Daisy Ginger.
A tall figure stood up from the sofa and walked to the door to turn on the light.
Under the light, the man’s face looked annoyed.
Daisy Ginger looked at him in surprise, as if a flower had blood on his face. After a long mont, she pouted and softly asked, "Why are you here?"
"You can sleep but I can’t nap?" Edward Stephens retorted, not pleased, as he walked over and glanced at her face, then used his hand to check her forehead.
His body temperature was much lower than hers. Daisy closed her eyes, nuzzling against his palm, muttering softly, "Then why didn’t you answer when I called you just now..."
Edward Stephens: "Didn’t feel like it."
"..." Humph. Daisy puffed up her cheeks.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Edward Stephens poured her a glass of water, looking at her feverish cheeks, and glanced down at her.
Daisy was very surprised, not expecting to have such perks while being sick. Feeling a bit cocky, she raised her head, her eyes shining as she looked at him, "Anything at all?"
Edward knew her attitude toward choosing food, gave her a look, "Sa as before."
"...Oh." Daisy regretfully withdrew her gaze, "Then the sa as lunch."
"Seafood porridge?"
"Whatever."
Edward threw another glance her way, then made a call to a nearby hotel to have them deliver food.
After finishing, he lazily lay back down on the sofa.
Daisy glanced at him, thinking he looked more like a patient than she did.
"Edward."
"What do you want?"
"Will you also stay with tonight?"
"You think I have that much free ti?"
"You have nothing to do anyway!"
"..."
"Just stay with for one night, I’m so pitiful being in the hospital all alone," feeling a bit better, she started to make a fuss again. Edward sat on the sofa, watching Daisy throw off the covers, barefoot, running over to snuggle into his arms, looking at him with puppy eyes.
There was a lingering sll of dicine on her, bitter, like a sick cat.
Edward frowned with disdain, "Go back to bed."
She held onto him and wouldn’t let go.
Edward frowned, looking down at her.
She leaned up to kiss his face.
Edward: "..."
Tsk, she sure knows how to act cute.
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