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?

Until Edward Stephens slowly, limply, collapsed onto her.


She felt everything around her slow down, the information received by her brain was like frames of filtered photos; she couldn't feel the wind blowing past, nor hear the urgent footsteps outside the door, she couldn't even sense the weight of Edward Stephens' warm body collapsing onto her...


The thick dripping sound, like a scene in a movie deliberately stretched and slowed, gradually and slowly yet clearly reached her eardrum.


The deepest nightmare in her memories fused into the most terrifying reality, a reality more frightening than a nightmare.


"The hostage! The hostage has been found!"


"Call the doctor up here quickly! Someone needs first aid!"


Chapter 195 - Chapter 195 She Lost Edward Stephens Again