The thin smoke gradually spread over the sharply contoured face of the man. Ryan Smith watched his calm demeanor, unable to understand why Edward Stephens could remain so calm when things had become such a hassle.
Leaning back on the sofa, he ruffled his hair and said, "Handle it yourself. After all, you're married." After that, he couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of mess has your mom gotten into this time..."
Edward Stephens withdrew his gaze and stepped forward, "I'm leaving."
He walked out of the royal mansion and sent a message to Daisy Ginger, [I'm on my way.]
Only then did he open the car door and get in.
His deep eyes gradually settled, returning to their usual look. Ryan's words were like drops of water into the sea, slowly disappearing without a trace.
*
Daisy Ginger, carrying her bag, angrily opened the car door, planning to give a good scolding to the "driver" who was half an hour late, only to be greeted face-first with a bouquet of roses.
