Chapter 335: Chapter 334: You Can Only Think About Me
From Banyan City to Chicago, it takes a full eight hours.
On the Chicago side, it’s still morning. After getting off the plane, the three of them had a Chinese meal at the airport.
Charlotte Smith ordered a portion of soy milk and fried dough sticks for them, quickly drank a few sips of porridge herself, and then said to Edward Stephens and them, "I’ll go back first to tidy up your rooms. Second young master, will you still be in your usual bedroom?"
In the large mansion of the Stephens family, every member of the family had their own place. Daisy Ginger used to stay there, but it was merely a guest room for entertaining visitors.
Edward Stephens nodded, picked up some side dishes with his chopsticks for Daisy Ginger, and said, "Get someone to prepare some clothes for her; she didn’t bring much over."
Charlotte responded and hurriedly left.
Daisy Ginger raised her head, looking thoughtfully at Charlotte’s departing figure.
It always felt strange—clearly once engaged to Edward Stephens, now engaged to Robert Stephens, yet the way she interacted with them didn’t seem like a fiancée, but more like a maid.
After people left, Daisy Ginger asked, "Did you really have a betrothal agreement with her before?"
Edward Stephens glanced at her, thinking she had misunderstood something. He swallowed the soy milk in his mouth and explained leisurely, "She was just a nominal fiancée."
Daisy Ginger raised an eyebrow.
A nominal fiancée?
"To balance the power of various noble families, they send their children here to live and dine with us. Charlotte Smith was initially sent by the Smith family to care for my brother."
Daisy Ginger listened in disbelief.
Her own family was also considered wealthy, but only by coming to Edward Stephens did she really gain insight.
These people really knew how to play—what’s the difference between this and being a ’study companion for the crown prince’ in ancient times?
Moreover, their family sent over a girl.
The intention behind this was blatantly obvious.
Daisy Ginger bit the fried dough stick, half-smiling, half-sneering, "So according to you, did you and Charlotte Smith have something going on back then? And you two..."
Edward Stephens glanced at her and interrupted, "No."
Daisy Ginger’s smile became more mischievous, "Oh? Answering so quickly, can I suspect you’re feeling guilty?"
"I don’t have the habit of using other people’s leftovers." Edward Stephens’s reply was quite merciless. As if reminded of something by Daisy Ginger’s words, he slightly squinted his beautiful peach blossom eyes and changed the topic, "Did you ever kiss him?"
Daisy Ginger was sipping soy milk. Hearing Edward Stephens’s words, she almost choked.
She raised her eyes and glared at Edward Stephens, "None of your business?"
For some reason, the man’s face also looked unpleasant, as if he imagined some scene, and his face turned dark.
He glanced at her several times, his gaze sinister, making Daisy Ginger’s heart pound, and in the end, while finishing the meal, he unwillingly pulled her into his arms, kissing her fiercely several times before he was satisfied.
"No matter what happened between you and him before, you have to forget it for me!" He bit her earlobe, the breath he exhaled blowing her ear, his tone serious and full of possessiveness.
The thought that Daisy Ginger’s first kiss might have long been given to that kid made his heart sour.
Daisy Ginger looked at his eyes filled with small flames, quite surprised; he could get jealous over this?
"You’ve shared the same bed with Charlotte Smith for eight years, and I haven’t disdained you. Yet, you’re disdaining me now?"
"We didn’t share the same bed." Edward Stephens interrupted her, giving her a sidelong glance, "What else did you do with him?"
They lived and dined together, which is hardly any different from sharing a bed.
Sending such a pretty young girl to stay with a teenage boy, spending all day together, it’s hardly possible for nothing to happen. Especially since the girl was particularly compliant. Daisy Ginger imagined that if it were her, she might find it difficult to restrain herself and not let things happen naturally.
Sure enough, the rich really knew how to play...
Daisy Ginger clicked her tongue mentally, looking at Edward Stephens like he was a beast.
Edward Stephens felt the small flames in his heart flare up under her gaze. He regretted talking about his family matters with her.
He didn’t want to bother explaining anymore and considered taking her back to the car for a good dressing down.
Daisy Ginger leaned lazily against her chair, legs crossed, "Of course, I did everything with him. Are you stupid? He was my first love, hand-holding, kissing, hugging..."
Of course, that was impossible.
She was only sixteen when she last saw Edward Stephens, a young bud just beginning to bloom. When he was taken away, they hadn’t even defined their relationship as a romantic one.
It was only after he left that she gradually realized her feelings for him and learned of Edward Stephens’s feelings for her.
At that time, they were too young. The most intimate contact was a kiss on the forehead, full of innocence and without emotion.
How could they possibly be like adults and know what should or shouldn’t be done?
His family was the one that was impure from a young age, assuming others were equally impure.
Daisy Ginger huffed to herself, seeing the man’s eyes become veiled in a bloody red hue from anger, feeling a bit smug.
Even if she couldn’t finish him off, at least she could piss him off!
This guy wasn’t anything good either, nearly bankrupting her family, and even after knowing the truth, he planned to keep it from her forever. Although he kept saying he liked her, he never showed mercy in tormenting her.
His heart was as hard as his character; within his gentleness lay cruelty. So-called love was probably just a manifestation of his frustrated possessiveness and jealousy. If he truly liked her, how could he bear to use strong-armed tactics to oppress her and force her to leave her hometown to come with him to a foreign land?
Except for the one who died for her, that whole family simply wasn’t any good.
Daisy Ginger saw his eyes turning red with jealousy and felt even more pleased. To prolong her delight, she deliberately sat down to slowly finish her remaining porridge.
But this pleasure only lasted until they left the airport.
As soon as she stepped out of the airport, she was forced into a high-performance luxury car parked at the airport entrance, and inside the car, Daisy Ginger was thoroughly taken care of.
"I don’t care what happened between you and him before, but from now on, I’ll make it so that apart from me, you can’t think of anything else."
Daisy Ginger leaned against the back seat, her breath still unstable, her chest rising and falling slightly with urgency.