The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

She unconsciously clenched her fingers and said softly, "I'm not here to ask for alimony..."


Edward Stephens interrupted her, "You should know that I don't remember anything. You're not here to ask for money, so is it that I once promised you something? I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't fulfill that promise."


"..." This man's indifference is just like in the past, like an ice block, making it hard to cope.


Daisy closed her eyes and gently exhaled a breath.


"Since you returned to Chicago, I've been missing you, and I've been sending you WeChat messages, hoping to get a response from you... Have you stopped using that phone?"


"Without your news, I couldn't sleep night after night, I was always worried about you. Now that I see you're fine, I feel relieved."


Edward frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by her unfamiliar words.


Chapter 587 - Edward, I don't care.