EuropeNovelChapter 142: Chapter 141: You Can Leave
In the room, no one spoke, only the "whoosh" of the hairdryer in Daisy Ginger’s hand could be heard.
The warm air scattered the fresh and elegant fragrance on her body after the shower into the air. Edward
Stephens opened his eyes and looked at Daisy Ginger’s back turned to him, with her fluffy, curly long hair and
slender, graceful waist wrapped under the silk robe.
At this moment, the bright morning sun had just started peeking through, casting pale pinkish shadows on the
transparent glass window, enveloping the room in a hazy scene.
The woman's silhouette, the damp fragrance in the air, the dim and misty light indoors, and the gradually rising
morning sun outside... Edward Stephens felt as if he were gazing at an old oil painting, carrying a hint of fantasy
and unreality.
He rubbed his temples and gently began to speak as Daisy Ginger turned off the hairdryer, "Was it lan Linton
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwho took you hyesterday?"
Daisy Ginger lowered her head, pulled out the hairdryer’s plug, and wrapped the cord around the handle, as if
she hadn't heard him speak.
Edward Stephens said lightly, "Have you been getting close to him lately?"
Daisy Ginger pulled open the drawer, put away the hairdryer, and stood up from the chair.
She turned around, crossed her arms, leaned against the wall with her chin slightly upraised, her bright eyes
staring at the man sitting on the sofa opposite her.
"I would like sinstruction—Mr. Stephens, what identity are you assuming while askingthese questions?"
Edward Stephens’ jawline tightened as he looked at Daisy Ginger’s defiant posture, narrowing his eyes slightly:
"You're a young woman alone drunk in front of a man, asking him to bring you home—don’t you worry that
something inappropriate might happen?"
Daisy Ginger laughed mockingly, "I understand my relationship with lan, do you think everyone is like you and
Emily?"
She leaned forward, standing in front of Edward Stephens, bent over to look at him, and taunted, "Old lovers,
unfinished business, one man and one woman alone in a room... Did you really do something impulsive with her,
and now you're imagining things betweenand lan?"
Edward Stephens’ eyes darkened, he reached out to grasp Daisy Ginger’s wrist, feeling her delicate, slender
frame, as if a little force could easily break it. He subconsciously eased his grip, then warned deeply, "Daisy
Ginger, don't talk nonsense!"
"Ha." Daisy Ginger scoffed again, disdainfully prying his hand away, walking over to the bedside table to find a
pack of cigarettes, leaning against the window, blowing the cold air while leisurely lighting a cigarette with
matches.
Her voice was cold, carrying a slight hoarse timbre unique to her voice, without any emotion, "What are you
doing here?"
"My mother’s tailor made you a few outfits for autumn."
Daisy Ginger fell silent, lowered her head, smoking alone, seemingly having nothing more to say to him.
No one knows how long passed before Daisy Ginger’s voice csoftly, "You can leave now, Edward Stephens."
Edward Stephens didn’t move from his seat, only raised his eyes, frowning slightly as he looked at her.
Daisy Ginger lowered her head, her voice growing even more indifferent and cold, "Alright, | know Auntie asked
you to bring clothes to me. It’s hard for you to clooking for me, you can go back to take care of Emily. You
can leave now."
Edward Stephens stood up from the sofa.
He didn’t walk toward the door but instead walked up to Daisy Ginger, who stood by the window with her head
down.
He raised his hand, his fingertip falling toward Daisy Ginger’s pointed chin, and as his finger approached her, she
pressed the cigarette butt into his palm.
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