Daisy Ginger pursed her lips and said, "I don't want your life, I just want you."
Edward Stephens was already used to her self-centered talk. Daisy's reply didn't bother him, and he casually took a sip of his drink and said, "Daisy, I don't want to argue with you."
Daisy lightly bit her lower lip, looking at Edward's calm and indifferent expression, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, she slowly withdrew her gaze and muttered softly, "Fine, no arguing."
The food Daisy ordered was served as usual, steaming and all things she and Edward used to share.
Edward held the knife and fork, cutting the steak. He ate with a calm demeanor, showing no emotion on his handsome face.
Seeing his expression, Daisy suddenly lost her appetite. Her knife and fork poked at the meat listlessly, and she had no interest in her favorite peach soda.
Edward, that insufferable man, indeed didn't seem to like the food at this place, even though they used to come here countless times...
