CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57 EDWARD... IS IT BECAUSE I MISS YOU TOO MUCH...

She probably fell asleep as soon as she got back, without changing clothes or removing makeup. Her long hair, once tied up, now lay scattered messily across her body, partially covering her face.

Edward Stephens looked down at her for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette, and reached out a hand towards her.

Perhaps his footsteps startled her, as his fingers had not yet touched her hair when Daisy Ginger, lying on the sofa with faint breathing, suddenly opened her eyes.

Edward looked at her, and his movements paused.

Daisy appeared a bit dazed, seemingly confused upon seeing him. Her breath was hot, and after gazing at him for a while, she softly said, "Edward... could it be that I miss you too much..."

Edward observed her flushed cheeks and dry lips, and said indifferently, "You have a fever."

Daisy blinked slightly, her gaze still unfocused, as if submerged underwater. Even the sound of Edward’s voice came through with a vague buzz.

She struggled somewhat, attempting to sit up. Seeing her slow movements, Edward reached out a hand to help her.

Her arms were sweaty, sticking coldly to her skin. The thin silk blouse she wore was also damp with sweat, wrinkled and clinging to her body.

It was the first time Edward had seen Daisy make such a mess of herself.

Though she was restless, disobedient, and not the least bit docile, whenever she appeared before him, she was always neat, orderly, and immaculate, with even her hair meticulously arranged.

As a child raised in a wealthy family, the discipline of dressing well was etched into her bones. Appearing disheveled was an offense to herself.

Edward, with a cold glance at Daisy sitting on the sofa, said, "Why didn’t you go home?" Her secretary ended up calling him here.

Daisy licked her lips and looked at Edward, seemingly a bit pleased. She softly replied, "I worked late, and this place is closer to the office, so I came here. Did you go to my house looking for me?"

Edward cast her a glance, noticing how unsteady she looked even sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Aren’t you going to the hospital?"

Daisy instinctively shook her head. "There’s a contract I haven’t signed yet. I’ll rest a bit and then go back to the office."

Edward nodded and said nothing further.

If she wanted to bring this upon herself, he wasn’t going to intervene.

He looked around but didn’t see anything to eat. His sleeve was tugged by Daisy, and he turned his gaze back to find her smiling at him from the sofa, "Edward, I’m so happy you came to see me..."

Her laughter was silly, devoid of her usual shrewdness. Edward pulled his sleeve back from her fingers and asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

Daisy looked at him blankly for a moment before slowly saying, "Are you hungry? I only have instant noodles, they’re in the fridge. Let me get them for you..."

Just as she was about to stand up, Edward had already turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Daisy watched as Edward’s tall figure disappeared around the corner, feeling a bit lonely as she withdrew her gaze.

She hadn’t visited him once during his long stay in the hospital. Could Edward be angry with her...

Her body felt limp, alternating between cold and hot, with no strength at all.

She leaned back on the sofa, drowsy, with her mind in a muddled mess.

A cold breeze blew over, and she shivered, groggily opening her eyes. Seeing the empty living room, she curled up as if she were afraid of the cold.

Was it all just a dream...

Why would Edward come here to see her...

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