CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: WHAT KIND OF FOOLISH STRAIGHT MAN IS THIS?

On the way back, Edward Stephens lit up two cigarettes while driving.

Daisy Ginger knew that Edward didn’t have much of a smoking habit. Smoking two cigarettes in a row probably meant he was in a bad mood.

She chatted with a friend on WeChat for a while with her head down. Seeing that he was about to light a third one, she pouted and purposely taunted him, "Edward Stephens, you might not know this, but Emily Ginger is about to get engaged to Ian Linton soon. By then, they’ll have two kids in three years and you’ll have nowhere to cry."

Edward paused his action of lighting a cigarette and shot Daisy a sidelong glance, scoffing, "Are you nuts."

Daisy retorted without hesitation, "You’re the one who’s nuts."

Edward ignored her, lit the cigarette with a lighter, but before he could take a puff, Daisy snatched it away.

She stubbed it out in the ashtray and said, "No smoking."

Edward looked at her for a moment, not sure what had her riled up this time.

The desire to smoke was interrupted by Daisy, and it dissipated.

He withdrew his gaze, clicked his tongue, and tossed the lighter aside, "Annoying."

Daisy, unabashed, said, "Edward Stephens, don’t you know? Wives are annoying. If you have the guts, stay single forever."

Edward listened to her talking nonsense so seriously, and with a steady voice said, "Shut up."

The bickering was giving him a headache.

Daisy glanced at him with her big eyes and indeed stayed quiet for a moment. She propped her face up and watched the scenery outside the window for a while, then started chattering again, "Edward Stephens, where are you taking me? I remember this isn’t the way to your house."

Edward replied, "Taking you home."

Daisy was not pleased, "I don’t want to go home."

Edward glanced at her. Then where did she want to go?

"How about this, you take me to the city center," Daisy blinked at him, "I’ll show you the house I have in the city center, okay?"

Edward said, "Not interested."

"Come on, come on, come on."

He was already irritable, and Daisy’s pestering made it worse. He wished he could tape her mouth shut.

"Navigate."

He said in a deep voice.

Daisy achieved her goal, and the corners of her rosy lips curled up into a sly little fox-like smile, unable to hide her smugness.

She quickly entered the navigation, then sat properly, "I knew you’d want to go."

Getting a bargain while claiming righteousness.

Edward glanced at her, too disdainful to argue.

The villa Daisy bought in the city center was developed by her own company. She kept one set she liked the most for herself and had only finished decorating it half a year ago.

Now, the housing prices have risen to a hundred thousand per square meter, practically an inch of gold for this semi-detached villa with extensive greenery, barely able to see any surrounding neighbors.

Edward parked the car at the entrance of the villa, just glanced at it, and retracted his gaze out of lack of interest.

Having been accustomed to good things from a young age, he no longer found ordinary things shocking or novel. Lazily reclining on the seat, he opened the car door and nodded his jaw at Daisy, "Go on."

Daisy looked at his actions, somewhat in disbelief, "Edward Stephens, this house is only mine."

Edward glanced at her, furrowing his brow slightly, seemingly puzzled, "Weren’t you the one who wanted to come here?"

Daisy looked at him, truly shocked—what kind of oblivious guy is this? Being alone together in a house, can’t he understand her hint?

Daisy stared at him for a while, Edward also looked at her, and the two of them were at a standstill.

In the end, it was Daisy who gave up first.

She pouted and turned her head, "Forget it. But once you’re done with the surgery, you have to promise me one thing."

Edward was even more puzzled, "Why?"

Why would he have to promise her something after taking her home, what kind of lousy deal is this?

He wouldn’t do it.