Daisy Ginger was quite happy being coaxed by him.
This guy usually didn't say sweet words to her, but once he started, he was spot on, with a whole basket of sweet talk.
She deliberately acted a bit proud, "You clearly liked Emily Ginger too."
Edward Stephens sighed, looked at her, seemed a bit helpless, and stood up to tidy up the pile of books Daisy had messed up, "She's different."
"How is she different?"
"Back then, I just wanted to find a girl to date before I died," he glanced at her, "Who knew you, the one breaking walls, would appear?"
So is she to blame?
Daisy pouted, "You two even talked about marriage!"
"It's normal to give a title if we mutually like each other, isn't it?"
Daisy felt a pang of jealousy.
Mutually like each other, huh? If she hadn't intervened, who knows what else would have happened.
Seeing Daisy's peculiar expression, the man chuckled softly, patted her little butt, "Get up, isn't it cold sitting on the floor?"
