StartNovelChapter 122: Chapter 122: She loved him almost desperately.
Mid-November, the weather had already turned chilly. Daisy Ginger put on a trench coat, clocked out, and walked
out of the office.
Oliver Ruhad just emerged from the secretarial room and couldn't help but to sigh as he saw Daisy's
departing figure: they say that marriage is the grave of love, but for Daisy, marrying Edward Stephens had
changed her entire demeanor. She was like a well-nurtured, vibrant rose, so bright that people dared not look
directly at her.
She had always been extremely beautiful, and now beauty couldn't even begin to describe her. It was as if she
had absorbed the essence of countless young men and women, and even a single glance could captivate the
soul.
Even Oliver Rubio, a traditional man focused on family, at times dared not look directly at Daisy's face, always
feeling that her bright, watery eyes were breathtaking at a glance.
This radiant state of hers had persisted for over two months. Whenever she appeared, who knew how many
unmarried young men within the Ginger Group would have their hearts stirred. The company’s marriage rate was
about to hit a new low.
While Oliver was worried about the marriage rate of his company’s employees, Daisy had already driven her
silver BMW out of the underground parking lot. She stopped by a flower shop to buy a bouquet of sunflowers and
then sent a WeChat message to Edward: "Edward, I've left work."
There was no response, but the message showed as read, indicating that Edward was aware.
Daisy curled her lips and sent another message: "Edward, | want to eat out."
Edward finally replied: "I don’t feel like going out today. Let's eat at home, be good."
The last word made the curve of Daisy's lips more pronounced.
They had been living together for two months now, but they hadn't been intimate.
She knew that although Edward had accepted her affection and fulfilled his duties as a husband, he didn’t want
to be with her in that way.
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She mostly understood the reasons why.
She could wait.
To her, even the slightest closeness allowed by Edward felt like fireworks igniting in her heart.
She was almost hopelessly in love with him.
*
Returning home, Daisy entered with the sunflowers in hand. Edward was coming down from upstairs, dressed in
a white shirt and black pants, tall and handsome, with features as if painted.
She handed the sunflowers to a servant, ran over, and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in
his chest and taking a deep breath.
Edward was a bit puzzled: "What are you doing?"
"Inhaling you."
Edward: "...7??7"
Daisy lifted her head, her bright eyes glistening. She held his neck and cooed, "Edward, I'm hungry."
Edward replied blandly: "Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Go find something to eat in the kitchen."
Daisy pouted, "Then forget it, | want to eat with you."
Edward disentangled Daisy from his side and walked towards the hall. Daisy followed closely behind: "Edward, let
She chattered around him, sharing interesting things that happened at the company today. Edward held a book
in his hand, occasionally acknowledging her until Daisy grew tired, sipped swater, and quietly leaned
against him to read together.
Most of the books Edward read were beyond Daisy’s comprehension, and he didn’t share what he read. But to
her, sitting together and enjoying these moments of peace was her biggest motivation to work hard all day.
*
After dinner, the sky had already darkened.
Daisy walked to the door, stretched lazily, feeling the damp breeze of the night air.
She looked up, seeing the sunset already swallowed by dark clouds, a sky so dark it seemed as if it would rain
any second.
She had planned to take Edward out for a walk, but that idea was now washed away.
Daisy sighed gently at the door, turning her head to see Edward, this homebody, already lazily stepping upstairs
in his slippers.
This guy, after eating, just goes upstairs to rest. How did he maintain those eight-pack abs?
Perhaps he exercised while she was at work?
Daisy pouted and watched snews downstairs. When the news ended, she also went upstairs to the study to
work.
She didn’t know how much tpassed before there was a knock at the study door, pulling her thoughts away
from the computer screen. Rubbing her temples, her voice low and husky, she asked: "What's up?"
"Miss Ginger, someone is looking for you at the door." The servant's voice was cautious and careful.
Someone looking for her?
Daisy furrowed her brows, releasing the mouse, and opened the door to ask the servant: "Who is it?"
"It's a young pregnant woman." The servant seemed a bit nervous upon seeing her and spoke cautiously, "She
wants to see Mr. Stephens."
Daisy managed the household matters, and the servants had all been hired by her. Regarding all matters big and
small, they would inform Daisy first before conveying them to Edward.
Upon hearing this, Daisy's expression instantly turned cold. She said nothing, responding to the servant with: "I'll
go and take a look, there’s no need to inform him."
"Yes." The servant responded and withdrew.
Daisy, with a stern face, approached the villa entrance alone.
The sharp rain drizzled from the sky, the autumn rain lingering and chilling to the bone. Daisy walked over,
looking at Emily Ginger drenched and stopped by the gatekeepers. Her expression was anything but gentle.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Emily, seeing her, shrank back for a moment. She had a deeply ingrained fear and inferiority towards this elder
sister.
But survival instinct forced her to rally; she pleaded to Daisy, "Sister, can you letsee Edward? | have
something to ask of him..."
Daisy looked at her and coldly stated just two words: "No way."
"Sister," Emily implored, "I really have something | need to see him about, | have no other choice, I'm begging
you, letsee him."
Her expression was pitiful, clutching her pregnant belly, looking absolutely woeful.
Seeing her, Daisy remembered a few months ago when Emily brazenly cto her bedroom, asking her to give
Edward up to her. The annoyance in her heart rose another notch.
She and Edward had finally started to get along—why did Emily have to cbother her?
Already carrying lan Linton’s child, yet she cto pester Edward again. Couldn't she just do the math?
Knowing full well that she liked Edward, yet still competing for his affection, wasn’t occupying Edward's heart
enough for her? Had it reached the point where she had to ship her and Abigail Perry off overseas so that they
wouldn't appear before her and vex her?!
Under the pale streetlamp light of the night, Daisy's face was like a sculpture of ice and snow, indifferent and
relentless. Standing guard at the entrance, she told the gatekeeper: "Don’t let her in. Throw her out."
That said, she turned to leave.
A slender, pale hand clung tightly to her clothes. Emily, with a sob in her voice, begged: "Sister, please let me
see Edward, he’s all | have left..."
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