"Then, see you on the third of next month."
Bowing her head, Daisy Ginger took a puff from the cigarette between the man's fingers, smiling as she softly spoke to him.
Her voice was low, yet it carried a naturally husky and subtly ambiguous tone that drew attention to the words sliding off her lips. As one's gaze continued downward, they would notice her rosy lips, which currently wore a fleeting, teasing smile.
She was the type of woman who could easily invoke a man's desire to conquer her. Even Edward Stephens, who felt nothing for her, was overtaken by a malicious urge to see that composed face of hers crumble and cry.
Amidst the swirling fog of their gazes, one face remained expressionless, while the other was brimming with a smile.
Edward Stephens chuckled faintly. He released Daisy's chin, leaned back against the soft sofa, averted his gaze, and said coldly, "Get out."
He feared his uncontrollable impulse to hit her.
