It was night.
Royal estate.
"Miss Ginger, Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens is really not here!"
"Miss Ginger! Please don't go, Miss Ginger!"
"Ouch, Miss Ginger!"
A group of people crowded around a young woman in the hotel corridor, trying to stop her from advancing.
Daisy Ginger showed no expression, ignoring her surroundings as she strode forward.
—Not even a dozen security guards could stop her aggressive intrusion.
"Bang!"
The private room door was kicked open, and the bright lights inside shone on the woman at the entrance. The club manager on duty looked worried at the door, his face wrinkled like a pickled cucumber.
Working for over ten years, his career was in jeopardy; he might get fired tonight.
At the entrance, only the music was quietly flowing.
Inside the room, everyone fell silent.
The women companions singing along in front of the TV wall looked at the pretty woman standing at the door in knee-high boots with surprise and suspicion in their eyes.
Who is she?
She...
How dare she?!!
Daisy Ginger strode right in with her long, slender legs, making her way to the center sofa, arms crossed, nodding her chin towards the woman sitting next to Edward Stephens:
"Move."
That attitude, so arrogant it was almost insufferable.
Edward leaned against the sofa, still in the same posture, watching the woman who approached, his expression unchanging.
He wanted to see what more she could do.
The woman beside Edward instinctively glanced at him. Seeing his expression unchanged since this woman's entrance gave her some reassurance. She smiled coquettishly, clinging to Edward's arm, and provocatively looked at Daisy Ginger: "Who are you to tell me to leave upon arrival? Is the Royal yours... ah!"
A glass of cold water splashed on the woman's face, causing her to scream in fright. Seeing Daisy Ginger in front of her exuding hostility with narrowed eyes, she didn't dare say another word and stood aside.
Daisy Ginger walked over, sat next to Edward, crossed her legs, lit a cigarette, and threw a medicine box onto the coffee table before them: "Your medicine."
His gaze fell on the familiar medicine box he often took; a cold glint flickered in his dark eyes as he asked, "Did you go to my home?"
Seemingly aware of the displeasure in his tone, Daisy arched her slender brow, turned her head, and blew smoke towards him. Propping her face with one hand, she smiled provocatively: "Listen to yourself. You're going to marry me, what difference does it make between your home and mine?"
In the swirling smoke, Edward narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the face of the woman in front of him.
Speaking honestly, Daisy Ginger was not unattractive; in fact, she was extremely beautiful.
Beautiful to the point of being almost bewitching.
Whether it was the natural seductive curve at her eyes or her slightly smiling ruby lips, if it weren't for the relationship he had with Daisy Ginger, he might even settle down to appreciate her beauty.
Unfortunately—
He reached out, grabbed her chin, and leaned closer to her face—"Daisy Ginger, can you stop being so disgusting all the time?"
"Have some self-respect, will you?" His voice was cold, yet every word pierced her heart. "Seeing you makes me want to vomit. Can you stop appearing in front of me?"
"I will never like you, nor will I marry you. To be honest, even if every woman in the world died, I wouldn't look at you."
...
Every word, filled with utter disdain and undisguised disgust.
The room was silent; no one spoke.
Saying this to a girl was somewhat hurtful.
"..." Daisy Ginger slowly withdrew her smile, expressionlessly looking at this handsome, aristocratic face before her, seeing the harshness and chill in his eyes.
She found it interesting.
"Daisy Ginger, can you stop being so disgusting all the time?"
[Jiu Jiu, I like you.]
"Have some self-respect, will you? Seeing you makes me want to vomit. Can you stop appearing in front of me?"
[Jiu Jiu, I will come back.]
"I will never like you, nor will I marry you. To be honest, even if every woman in the world died, I wouldn't look at you."
[Jiu Jiu, remember to wait for me. I won't leave you alone.]
...
She abruptly stood up from the sofa, grabbed the medicine from the coffee table, poured it all into her palm, and shoved it into Edward's mouth in front of everyone—
"Take more medicine to cure your brain!"