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?

Edward Stephens glaring at James Shelton?


Daisy Ginger rolled her eyes at him and kicked him again, "Don't flatter yourself, even if he has a crush on Christopher Woods, he won't fancy you. Get up!"


"Damn, I'm way more handsome than Christopher Woods!"


"Christopher Woods is more manly than you!"


Daisy Ginger shoved Erin Ginger into James Shelton's arms, stretching her muscles. Even though Erin was only three years old, holding her was still exhausting, and her arms soon became sore.


James Shelton held Erin Ginger, looked at the little kid's rosy face, brought it in front of him, and asked earnestly, "Erin, between Daddy and Uncle Wood, who do you think is more handsome?"


Erin Ginger didn't even glance at him, turned her head aloofly, and ignored him.


James Shelton walked beside Daisy Ginger, resigned to holding Erin Ginger, complaining as he walked, "You two just bully me, I'm so pitiful..."


Chapter 442 - Edward Stephens is a good person