Daisy's voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Edward turned his head and watched Daisy, as if guarding against thieves, lock that old photo album into the cabinet.
He wasn't particularly interested in seeing it, leaning against the counter, looking at her a few times, and couldn't help but smile helplessly, "Still angry?"
Daisy rolled her eyes at him, "If you have nothing to do, you can go to the hospital to see Emily Ginger."
She was still jealous.
Edward muttered, "Is this something that can't be let go?"
Daisy turned around, not even looking at him, and walked towards the door.
She had a pile of documents unfinished, no time to flirt with Edward.
The man sighed softly, clasping her slender wrist, "Where are you going, didn't I say I'm giving you a gift?"
Daisy glanced at her hand being held, and said coldly, "Not interested."
"Really not planning to take a look?" He pulled her over, coaxing, "I selected it carefully, very beautiful, and it suits you."
