Chapter 271: Chapter 271: He pulled her out with a sullen face.
After the Spring Festival, although spring has arrived, it is still February and the weather is frightfully cold.
Every workday, from the warm lobby to getting in the car at the door, it takes a lot of courage.
Daisy Ginger loves fashion and would rather die than wear a down jacket. Watching her shiver in her thin wool coat while getting in the car, one couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
Luckily, the days were getting warmer, and it hadn’t snowed again. Otherwise, Daisy would have ended up catching a really bad cold because of her stubbornness.
That day after work, Daisy suggested they have a candlelight dinner at a nearby hotel.
Life needs a bit of ceremony. Although her life with Edward Stephens lately felt no different from an old married couple, their routine of going home for dinner after work was hardly exciting.
This kind of lifestyle wouldn’t work. She and Edward had been married for less than a year, yet it felt like they were nearing the seven-year itch.
Edward was a straight man, indifferent to dining locations, so naturally, he accompanied Daisy wherever she wanted to go.
At the hotel, just as Daisy placed their order and handed the menu to the server, about to discuss something from work with Edward, a gentle female voice sounded next to her:
"Hello, can I share a table here?"
Before Daisy could speak, the female voice interrupted her. Instinctively, she looked up and a flicker of amazement crossed her eyes upon seeing the woman standing beside her.
It’s not boastful; she was already sufficiently beautiful. Beautiful in a way that was striking to men but perhaps too aggressive for women. Yet the woman next to her could garner full marks from both men and women.
The woman wore a white plush coat, her skin was pale as if washed by moonlight. Despite her gentle appearance, her soft short hair added a touch of playfulness. Standing beside her, she exuded an indistinct, subtle fragrance.
—Such a girl, if in a campus, might be the white moonlight in every male student’s heart.
Daisy’s mind went temporarily blank, enchanted by her soft smile, and she subconsciously nodded until Edward’s harsh voice rang in her ear: "Get lost."
Daisy snapped back to reality, looking at the grim expression on the man’s face opposite her, suddenly realizing—Edward knew this woman.
"Second Young Master," the girl softly laughed, her voice still gentle, like top-grade silk, indescribably warm and charming, "You’re always so harsh when you see me. You didn’t used to be like this."
Daisy furrowed her brow slightly, looking at Edward inquiringly with her eyes, asking—who is she?
She didn’t seem much older than them. Could it be someone Edward met while in the United States?
They had been apart for eight years, each with their own experiences, and Edward now knew people she had no knowledge of.
These eight years, how he got by, who were his friends, who he got close to... she seemed to know nothing.
Edward’s brows were tightly knitted. He glanced at Daisy but did not respond. Instead, he stood up, grabbed the girl’s wrist, and pulled her outside with a somber expression.
Watching his actions, Daisy was slightly stunned, a bit of surprise in her eyes, until Edward and the woman’s figures vanished from view. Only then did she slowly clench her fist, feeling a nerve in her stomach cramp up.