StartNovelChapter 130: Chapter 130: You Definitely Don’t LoveAnymore
Her breathing was a little unsteady, tears were about to fall, and she turned her head to look out the window.
Sometimes, there was resentment in her heart.
If Alice Lesser were here, meeting Edward Stephens, she might not be so clueless as she is now.
The people who could tell her what to do were no longer around.
Alone, she explored, persisted, and becscarred. Perhaps there was a better solution between her and
Edward Stephens, but by herself, she really couldn't find the direction.
All she knew was to stake everything and wait, to hold on to him with all her strength, but she didn’t know how
to let go.
And these were things that her mother should have gently guided her through.
"You surely don’t loveanymore," Daisy Ginger said in a muffled voice, "No mother would leave her daughter
alone for eight years without caring. Never."
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"Miss Ginger."
The chubby caregiver approached cautiously with a full face of smiles and called out to her.
Daisy Ginger didn’t like her fawning smile, but since she worked diligently, she didn’t mind. As long as she took
good care of Alice Lesser, everything else was trivial.
"How many days has it been since my mother washed her hair?" Daisy Ginger lightly furrowed her brow, "Her
hair feels a bit coarse, remember to give it scare."
"It was just washed yesterday," the caregiver hurriedly said, "I worked really hard on it, you know, Miss Lesser
doesn’t like washing her hair or bathing..."
After Alice Lesser fell ill, her once obsessive cleanliness changed drastically, and she began to dislike water.
Daisy Ginger knew she couldn't blthe caregiver for this, so she nodded, "Take good care of her, and I'll
increase your pay next month."
The caregiver's small eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled as brightly as a sunflower, "I will, | treat her like
my own daughter!"
"..." Daisy Ginger was silent for a moment, glanced at her bright smiling face, pinched her tired brow, and
continued, "She's been losing a bit of weight recently, don’t just give her porridge all the time. Have someone
make her snourishing soup; she’s too thin now."
"Yes, yes, I'll have someone make old hen soup tomorrow," the caregiver nodded eagerly.
Daisy Ginger acknowledged with a "Hmm," checked the time, and turned to leave.
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She returned to the villa, and it was almost eleven o'clock.
Daisy Ginger had a bit of noodles cooked by the housekeeper, then tiredly went upstairs to rest.
These days, she had been so busy with work that she hardly had tto think about her situation with Edward
Stephens—perhaps subconsciously she didn’t want to think about it—the result being that she was physically
exhausted, falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Having no tto eat, she clearly felt that she was a bit physically weak in the past few days; if this continued,
she would get sick again.
Getting sick because of Edward Stephens would really be a lose-lose situation, not worth it.
Daisy Ginger struggled, picked up her phone, sent a text to Oliver Rubio, telling him she would take a day off
tomorrow, then closed her eyes and fell asleep the next second.
Morning.
On the black marble dining table, there were purple roses.
They swayed in the wind, emitting a faint, elegant fragrance.
Daisy Ginger leaned back in her dining chair, crossed her legs, held a coffee cup, drank coffee, and admired the
bouquet of roses, feeling very satisfied.
Only a fool like Edward Stephens would like silly blooming flowers like sunflowers.
Realizing she was thinking about Edward Stephens again, Daisy Ginger's movement of drinking coffee paused
slightly, then she pursed her lips in sannoyance and drank the unsweetened coffee in one gulp as if out of
resentment.
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