Daisy Ginger swallowed slightly, glanced into the rearview mirror, and unexpectedly met a pair of gentle eyes.
Compared to that person's voice, his eyes seemed even more astonishing.
They were like a deep spring, looking into them, so gentle it felt like they could drown a person.
Daisy slightly averted her gaze, her heart started pounding. She thought it would be some vicious kidnapper, but the man in the back seat was tall and slender, dressed in refined attire, and even sitting there calmly, she could feel the noble aura of privilege and the elegance in his every move.
What made her feel somewhat indescribable was that this man, although he appeared a few years older than Edward Stephens, at a glance, he surprisingly resembled Edward in some way.
It's a hard-to-describe feeling because blood relations are like that. She and Emily Ginger were born from the same father, but when they walked out together, others could tell at a glance they were related.
