Presidential suite.
Edward Stephens took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, one-third of it already drunk, poured half a glass, and sat at the small bar drinking for a while before getting up to check on Daisy Ginger.
Daisy was not yet asleep.
She had just been fed a bowl of hangover soup by the hotel staff, leaning against the headboard, her head lowered, her slender brows knitted tightly, her hair slightly disheveled, looking a bit dejected and pitiful.
He walked over to stand next to her, looking down at her face, speaking indifferently, "Do you know the background of the person you offended today?"
Daisy opened her eyes in annoyance, raising her head to look at him, her tone somewhat confrontational, "Your fiancée?"
"..." Edward looked at her glistening eyes, thinking she must still be drunk, otherwise, she wouldn't say such things.
Should he get someone to pour her another bowl of water?
As he pondered whether to call someone in, Daisy crawled out of bed.
