CHAPTER 517: WILL YOU GIVE ME A CHILD?

No, it’s not.

Daisy Ginger subconsciously wanted to retort.

In the end, she could only tightly press her lips together, avoiding Edward Stephens’ gaze.

The man gave an ambiguous smile, as if he didn’t care anymore, and walked into the ward.

"..." Daisy stood at the door, watching his figure, feeling inexplicably stifled.

When you care about someone, it often starts with not wanting them to feel sad.

You want them to be happy.

If she could, she wouldn’t want Edward Stephens to show such an expression.

But now, the happiness between them is like a mirage, fragile and unable to withstand any conflict or turbulence, both like ostriches deceiving themselves, burying their heads in the sand, indulging in this fleeting joy, not looking back at the scars of the past.

This happiness will eventually vanish, it cannot last.

Like a stolen moment of sunshine...

They could part ways at any moment.

Daisy never asks what happened between him and Charlotte Smith later, or how George Stephens came into being; she just feels... some things, no matter how hard you try, cannot be overcome by love alone.

She and Edward Stephens can never be together.

...

Taking a deep breath, Daisy pushed all the negative emotions deep inside, letting reason take control once more.

She turned around, looking at Edward.

The man wasn’t eating, just standing by the window looking outside.

She deliberately said, "You’re not eating. Do you want me to feed you?"

At her words, Edward turned his head and shot her a sideways glance, his expression somewhat provocative and contemptuous, as if saying—bring it on!

Daisy walked over, picked up the bowl, and fed him a shrimp.

"Ah—"

The man actually obediently opened his mouth and bit the shrimp off the chopsticks.

This guy is really...

Shameless.

After eating, he leaned against the window sill, hands in pockets, and said casually, "Continue."

Daisy: "..."

In the end, she still had to coax him.

Daisy resignedly held the bowl, feeding him lunch.

Poor her, a patient with a concussion, still serving Grandpa Wendy.

She really wanted those nurses who secretly sneak peeks at Edward Stephens every day to come in and see just how unreasonable their idol could be...

Daisy fed him for quite a while until her arm was sore, pouting and looking at him pitifully: "Edward Stephens, can’t you eat by yourself?"

"No."

He replied so confidently.

Daisy: "You’ve never fed me a meal."

"If I feed you, will you give me a child?"

Hey, how can these two things be connected? Are they related?

She looked at him reproachfully, but Edward ignored her, raising his chin slightly, coldly saying, "Continue."

More upset now.

Daisy sighed inwardly and resignedly picked up the bowl, feeding him again.

Half an hour later.

Finally, Daisy completed the "feeding sentence," hugging her sore arms, deciding never to say anything stupid in front of Edward Stephens again; who knows what craziness this man might do.

"I’m feeling dizzy, I’m going to take a nap." Afraid he might take the opportunity to retaliate, Daisy hurriedly made an excuse and burrowed into the covers.

The man chuckled softly, a mocking smile, as he threw the leftover food in the small table’s trash can.

Then he opened the door and left.

Daisy curled up under the blanket, holding her phone, looking at the photo of Erin Ginger in the album.

When the person is right in front of you and you can’t recognize them, how can you blame her?