She is twenty-four now, and having the baby would make her twenty-five. There's an old saying, "establish a family and career," and she's done that already. She doesn't really want to add a little burden...
Edward Stephens tempted her, "I think our baby would be very pretty."
Daisy Ginger glanced at his face.
Indeed, whether it's a boy or a girl, whether it looks like the father or the mother, it probably won't look bad.
But Daisy still shook her head, "But I'm so busy with work. If we have the baby, who will take care of it?"
She doesn't feel secure about hiring a nanny, and raising the baby herself would take up too much time, and then...
Edward took a sip of his soybean milk, calmly said, "I'll take care of it."
Daisy almost spat out her coffee. She glanced over at Edward, the man leaning his face against his hand, smiling at her, his features strikingly handsome in the sunlight.
So good-looking, it feels like any request would be hard to deny.
