Chapter 342: Chapter 341 What is this?
About ten minutes later, Edward Stephens walked back alone from a distance.
He looked more relaxed than when he went in, came over, and took her hand, "Let’s go. I’ll take you out to eat."
Daisy Ginger looked at his expression and finally snorted, "Didn’t I say it was fine?"
Edward didn’t respond directly, only said, "The police called me just now. Your phone has been found and handed over to someone from your company. You can pick it up at your office tomorrow."
The efficiency is quite impressive.
On the other hand, it also shows how powerful the Stephens family is in this place.
Daisy responded and was distracted by the change in topic, "Was anything deleted from the phone?"
"No," Edward replied flatly.
That black guy, though, is going to be in for a long haul.
*
After having dinner at a nearby restaurant together, Daisy came home thoroughly exhausted.
She hadn’t felt tired so easily before, but recently, for some reason, even a few steps left her winded.
Struggling, she forced herself to take a shower, not even drying her hair completely before collapsing into bed and falling into a deep sleep.
Edward, after finishing the last bit of work in the study, entered the room to find Daisy deeply asleep, curled up on her back without even a blanket covering her.
Her hair was still damp. The man furrowed his brow slightly, walked over, and pulled her up into his arms, "Daisy, dry your hair before sleeping."
Daisy was notoriously cranky upon waking, especially with her current foul mood. Being disturbed made her incredibly annoyed, and she tried to push him away with her eyes closed.
Edward sighed in resignation, softly coaxing her, "How about I dry it for you?"
She didn’t respond, only furrowed her delicate brows, burying her face in his chest, and promptly fell back asleep.
The man looked down at her flushed, peaceful face and couldn’t resist pinching her nose.
Sleeping like a little piggy.
He moved her to the sofa, allowing her to curl up in his embrace while he used the blow dryer to dry her half-damp hair.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses.
He caught the faint fragrance from Daisy and couldn’t help but smile.
This life wasn’t what he had envisioned. Yet, if she was by his side, it didn’t seem so bad.
Returning to Chicago seemed easier than he had imagined, not as annoying and intolerable.
*
Recently, aside from some physical discomfort, Daisy’s life had been relatively stable.
Edward’s temperament had improved unexpectedly; no matter how she lashed out, he hardly reacted, and after her inexplicable anger subsided, he would even hand her a glass of water to soothe her throat.
The epitome of a masochist.
If she hadn’t known his temper from before, Daisy might have suspected he had been swapped with someone else, transforming from a big bad wolf to a big sheep.
The only thing that made Daisy unhappy was how controlling he had become recently.
She thought she’d gained weight and didn’t like lounging at home, wanting to enroll in a gym to work out, but for some reason, he flatly refused. She finally signed up behind his back, only for the gym to refund her that afternoon;
She enjoyed shopping after work to walk off her meals, but now Edward would take her home right after eating, sometimes even having meals at home, not allowing her to wander outside.
Daisy, accustomed to being free, couldn’t stand Edward’s increasingly strange control, finding more reason to quibble with him. Yet, under her torment, his temper seemed to improve, never displaying his spoiled rage in front of her.
While she was frustrated with his control, she was also secretly worried about how spoiled she had become by him, her emotions oscillating between self-reproach and berating Edward. Until one day, while drinking sweet milk, she suddenly vomited, and only then did she belatedly realize something.
It was a bright spring morning, and Edward had poured the milk for her himself. The milk, usually sweet and delicious, suddenly tasted fishy for some reason.
After she vomited, both Edward and Charlotte looked a bit surprised; one led her to the washroom, the other cleaned up the mess on the floor in the dining room.
The nauseous feeling disappeared completely after rinsing her mouth.
But a nagging suspicion lodged in Daisy’s heart, not deep or shallow, unsettling her.
She carried on with breakfast as usual; this bout of vomiting didn’t seem to evoke much reaction from Edward, who simply reassured her that she might have gotten a chill from the air conditioning yesterday.
Daisy too comforted herself that way, but couldn’t help calculating when her last period had come.
As Edward drove her to work, Daisy’s mood was low, not picking any fights, sitting in the passenger seat with a thoughtful look.
The man gave her a scrutinizing glance, trying to discern what was on her mind but could not figure it out.
Once she’d been dropped off at the company, he called Charlotte, instructing her to dispose of the short-term birth control pills Daisy had been taking before she returned home that evening.
Daisy got out of the car and headed towards the elevators, but halfway there, she suddenly turned back.
At this moment, Edward’s car had just driven off, and Daisy hailed a cab at the intersection, stating the name of the estate, and got in.
When Daisy returned to the little villa Edward lived in, the household staff seemed surprised to see her.
Ignoring them, Daisy went straight upstairs, her face looking displeased. The staff secretly called Edward.
On the other end, the man paused slightly upon receiving the call, responding calmly, "Understood."
In the office, the man’s expression turned slightly cold as he rose from his chair and walked out.
*
Upon reaching the second floor, Daisy saw Charlotte Smith walking out of her room.
Slightly stunned, she didn’t immediately react and even greeted her.
Charlotte was truly startled to see Daisy, instinctively stepping back, letting the things in her hands slip and scatter across the floor, spilling dozens of white pills everywhere.
At first, Daisy was still relaxed, but as her gaze fell upon the white tablets, her expression froze. She glanced at Charlotte and darted forward before she could react, snatching three pills into her hand, then looked down at them for a moment, opening her palm in front of Charlotte. "What is this?"