"Edward Stephens, it's impossible for me to like you."
"That's okay."
...
Daisy Ginger savored this exchange, lifted her eyes with a hint of a smile, and said lightly, "If it weren't for Mr. Stephens keeping me locked in the hospital these days, and posting people to guard the door, I might really be moved by Mr. Stephens's deep affection."
Edward Stephens took a sip of his drink, ignoring Daisy Ginger's provocation, and said lightly, "Because you're disobedient. If you were a bit more obedient, we'd both live more comfortably."
"By obedient, you mean letting you have your way, doing whatever you want?" Daisy Ginger's calm smile faded, and her face cooled, "I'm telling you, I absolutely will not have this child. Don't even dream about it!"
The man seemed to disdain arguing with her, ignored her words, and picked up his chopsticks casually, starting to eat the food that was brought to them.
It was noon, the Hong Kong-style restaurant was bustling with people coming and going.
