The next day after work, Edward Stephens came again.
Daisy Ginger just glanced at him and didn't pay any attention to him.
She drove her silver BMW out of the garage, heading home.
In the rearview mirror, Edward Stephens' black Bentley followed her at a steady distance.
She could even clearly see the man's confidently poised face.
She had been spoiled since childhood, her temper was never very good. When she was young, Edward's broad-minded tolerance indulged her whims. If she wanted the Dixon family's cold noodles, they had to be delivered to her by midnight, not a minute less.
Only the Edward of the past could tolerate that.
This birthday, Edward didn't arrive on time. Although he had a valid reason, her tendency to be difficult flared up, and she felt uncomfortable without making a fuss.
She didn't really expect the current Edward to coax her much. She just planned to let it go after some time and calm herself down.
