However, overall, it was Daisy Ginger who unilaterally dumped him.
With her looks and accomplishnts, she could easily find a better man than him.
It’s understandable that she didn’t fancy him.
He understood these reasons.
Pressing his lips together, he lowered his head and sent Daisy Ginger a WeChat ssage.
[I won’t let go so easily.]
Daisy Ginger had just returned ho and was instructing the maid to take the food out of the car. Hearing the ding on her phone, she glanced down at it.
Tsk.
She felt it was a bit tricky.
Edward Stephens stood at the door in slippers, the morning sun shining beautifully clear. He lazily wore gray cotton ho clothes, his black hair in disarray, with a lazy sleepiness across his face. At this mont, he frowned at the pile of things Daisy Ginger bought and complained, "Why did you buy all this stuff that I don’t eat?"
"..." Is there no awareness from soone being kept?
Daisy Ginger glanced at him, "Why don’t you go out and buy it yourself?"
"I have no money."
He said it with justified confidence.
Daisy Ginger pulled out two bottles of Wangzai and said, "Go bring these to Erin."
After the man left, Daisy Ginger lowered her head, took a look at Michael Joyner’s WeChat, and with her snow-white fingertips lightly swiped the screen—"Delete Contact"—"Confirm."
It’s best not to have unnecessary misunderstandings happen again.
Whether for Edward Stephens or for Michael Joyner, it’s better.
Having deleted Michael Joyner, Daisy Ginger threw the phone on the sofa and went into the dining room to check on the father and son eating breakfast.
In front of Erin was the Wangzai milk Daisy called Edward Stephens to deliver. Seeing her, he cheerfully called her, "Mommy."
Daisy Ginger smiled and walked over to rub his little head gently, her voice soft: "After you finish eating, Mommy will take you out for so sketching."
Erin smiled and nodded.
Daisy Ginger then looked at Edward Stephens.
He had already finished eating, leaning back grandly in the dining chair, legs crossed, biting the straw of the Wangzai milk. Seeing her looking over, he lazily glanced at her.
—No air of a princely scion from a prestigious family.
So lazy.
Daisy Ginger rolled her eyes skyward, not bothering to say anything to him, and walked out of the dining room intending to check stocks in the study.
Edward Stephens lounged back in his chair, biting the straw, inexplicably watching Daisy Ginger’s departing figure.
What’s going on? Why does it feel like he was being dismissed by her?
Only the second day after coming back, and she already dislikes him. How will it be in the future?
*
At the computer, Daisy Ginger had her hair in a bun and was wearing low-prescription black-frad glasses, looking seriously at the stock market trends.
She bought so stocks she felt had potential and sold a few stakes. As she was filling in numbers, suddenly the door was pounded dramatically, causing her hand to slip and turn [100] into [1000], accidentally pressing confirm.
It was too late to withdraw, thinking she would lose over ten million again, Daisy Ginger almost had a myocardial infarction from anger. She opened the door to see who was disrupting her while she worked, as the phone screen almost pressed against her forehead.
The man stood at the door, shrouded in a heavy, gloomy aura. Seeing him, Daisy Ginger’s anger couldn’t even take hold and she focused her gaze on the phone screen.
It was the WeChat friend request page.
[Michael Joyner: Ginger, please don’t block . I won’t say those things anymore. Don’t be mad.]
Daisy Ginger’s heart nearly stopped.
She took the lead to confront, "Edward Stephens, how could you play with my phone without my permission?"
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