Chapter 307: Chapter 306 Edward Stephens, my business has nothing to do with you
The midday sun in spring was light and bright.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a thriving scene, in full bloom with vibrant colors.
Charlotte Smith brought up the prepared food. Looking at it, it seemed rather Western, almost all were things Edward Stephens liked to eat.
Edward Stephens glanced at it and asked, "Didn’t you buy any seafood?"
Charlotte was putting down a plate of creamy roasted mashed potatoes, paused slightly at his words, then looked up at him.
"Go make a plate of boiled shrimp, don’t add any other seasoning."
Charlotte glanced at Daisy Ginger who was sitting next to Edward and then nodded, turning to leave.
Daisy didn’t pay attention to them. She was sitting on the chair, not even lifting her head, just slowly drinking mushroom soup with a white porcelain spoon.
Edward lifted his head and looked at her.
She probably still harbored a lot of resentment towards him, but now didn’t have the energy to dwell on the past with him.
Alice Lesser’s passing was a big blow to her.
Although she hadn’t said anything.
Charlotte quickly brought up a plate of boiled shrimp.
When she saw Edward put on disposable gloves and personally peel the shrimp for Daisy, she paused slightly, a bit dazed.
The young master of the Stephens family, who was pampered and spoiled from a young age, had never served anyone. He was always the one being waited on. Even when it came to eating shrimp, there was always someone who peeled them for him and placed them on his plate. How could it possibly be his turn to do it himself?
And now, he was peeling shrimp for the one he loved.
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Daisy ate very little.
She didn’t give Edward any face, leaving the peeled shrimp in front of her untouched.
After eating, she stood up and went outside.
Edward tilted his head, watching her thin and frail back, and after she left, he turned back to Charlotte.
Charlotte stood to one side. When she saw him look up, she softly asked, "Second young master, is there anything you need?"
"How has she been lately?"
Edward leaned back on the chair, having already taken off his disposable gloves, and looked up at her. Perhaps it was due to the long separation, but Charlotte felt that Edward’s gaze was much sharper than usual. When he looked at people, it seemed like there were sharp icicles flickering in his eyes.
She straightened her spine, feeling an involuntary sense of reverence and said to Edward, "Miss Ginger rarely goes home. I heard that something happened at the company, so she’s busier than usual."
"..." Upon hearing this, the man surprisingly didn’t show much reaction. His handsome, fair face appeared extremely clear and dazzling under the sunlight, and he simply said, "You should eat something too. Cook more seafood tonight, she loves it."
"Okay."
Charlotte responded, watching as the man’s tall figure rose from the dining chair and walked slowly towards the door.
She couldn’t help but watch the tall and upright figure until Edward turned and left, only then slowly withdrawing her gaze.
The young master she cared for, also gradually grew up.
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On the sofa, Daisy sat cross-legged, holding Alice Lesser’s urn in her arms.
Edward walked over, sat across from her, and poured a glass of water.
"Where are you planning to bury her?"
With her head down, Daisy’s voice was light and hoarse: "What are you back for?"
Edward took a sip of water, gazing at her cold and indifferent profile, his tone nonchalant: "I just thought you might need me to fulfill my duties as a husband now."
Feeling a bit weary, Daisy leaned against the sofa and turned her head to look outside the window: "Edward Stephens, my affairs have nothing to do with you."