"..." The man stood in front of her, furrowing his brows, his long fingers slowly fastening the buttons, occasionally glancing at her, eyes filled with irritation and impatience.
As if she were some kind of troublemaker.
Daisy Ginger felt a bit unwilling to accept it.
She sat on the sofa hugging her legs, watching as the man fastened the buttons of his shirt one by one.
In the dim hotel suite, waking up from a hangover, the woman wearing only a bathrobe while the man stood by the bed getting dressed, such an evocative scene, but Daisy Ginger knew that Edward Stephens didn't do anything to her last night.
"Stripped naked and still not interested in you," indeed.
She pouted, deliberately taunting him, "Edward Stephens, what did you do to me last night?"
The man was already dressed neatly and was about to walk out. Upon hearing her, he turned his head slightly to give her a cold glance and spoke icily, "You should think about what you did to me last night."
