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Chapter 669 - Chapter 669: Edward Is Back (part two)

"I can't agree with you more. A smiling and funny Daisy will be much closer to our soldiers," said another officer. All of a sudden, they seemed to have forgotten the lecture, and became thoroughly interested in Daisy and her husband, Edward.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. But I hope that Daisy can love me much more than her soldiers." 'Are you guys kidding me? I hate you for staring at my wife. Don't you dare think that you can touch her," thought Edward to himself darkly.

"Haha... Edward, I never thought that you could be so sentimental. Daisy, you better watch out, otherwise your husband will be really jealous," said the Commander. He roared with laughter, which successfully drew the attention of all those soldiers sitting in the hall.

"I should apologize again. I'm pretty serious about loving my wife. No offence," said Edward. However, he didn't look veryapologetic. Loving and protecting his beloved wife wasn't embarrassing at all to him. Other people's judgments didn't worry him, since he couldn't love Daisy more and would do anything for her at any costs.

"None taken. We know your love stories and your duties as a responsible husband. Besides, we really appreciate your company's support for the army. So, thank you for everything that you have done for us." The Commander nodded in approval. He felt content to see Daisy have a husband who really loved her.

"You're welcome. We have indeed done very little for you," answered Edward politely. Edward always maintained a low profile in this respect, so he rarely got smug, which made him different from many other businessmen.

"Well, Since Colonel Ouyang is done with her lecture, the rest of the work can be finished by others. So, Daisy, go and show Mr. Mu around. Your presence here isn't required right now. But don't forget to make a speech on the stage in a while." The Commander knew that Edward just got off the plane so he needed some time alone with his wife. Young people always cherished those sweet private moments. The Commander and his peers were reluctant to come in between them, so they chose to leave them alone.

"I appreciate your kindness, Commander. See you later," answered Edward cheerfully. Edward appreciated the Commander's understanding, since he urgently needed to know how his wife got hurt again.

"Alright, let's go and leave them alone. They can enjoy some fun when we're away," said the Commander. Army Commander was quite considerate. He heard that Edward went abroad and might not be able to attend this event earlier. However, Edward still came here on time. So, the Army Commander was very pleased to meet him again and was more than willing to make things convenient for him and his wife.

Daisy thought she had never felt so embarrassed before. Then, as soon as her superiors walked away, she shot an angry look at Edward. She might have even slapped him on the face, if it were possible.

Colonel Ouyang, don't you think you should explain yourself first?" said Edward in a casual manner. Meanwhile, he looked around and seemed to be looking for something.

"Why should I do that?" asked Daisy and a deep furrow appeared between her brows. She stared at him wonderingly and then noticed the inquisitive glances of some soldiers standing nearby.

"Forget it. If you don't love yourself, what can I do to save your ass?" Edward sighed. He didn't intend to argue with his wife while so many strangers were looking at them. However, he indeed felt gloomy and thought what he cared about meant nothing to Daisy.

Don't be stupid. Why are you talking such nonsense?" Daisy had completely forgotten the wound on her hand. So she couldn't guess what Edward was referring to. As far as she was concerned, that minor wound was nothing.

Yeah, I'm stupid to worry about you. Forget it," answered Edward ironically. He was thinking about her all the time. But he was yet again repaid with ungratefulness and misunderstandings. If Daisy really cared about him, she should have taken good care of herself and must have avoided getting injured. Seeing those injuries, Edward felt extremely bad. He couldn't help but blame himself for being an unqualified husband who always saw his wife getting herself into dangers but yet couldn't do anything about it.

"Are you mad?" Daisy's brow furrowed in bewilderment. She looked at the solemn man standing in front of her, and ignored those inquisitive glances from those soldiers who looked all curious. She wanted to get a hint from Edward's face as to what really was going on in his mind right now.

"Is it necessary?" Edward proposed a rhetorical question. Actually, he said that more to himself than to his wife. Was it really necessary to get mad at her because of this petty affair? Since when did he become so possessive and unreasonable? Hadn't women always offered themselves to him? If those physical injuries meant nothing to her, why should he care?

"I don't know. You have always been paranoid." Daisy was sure that her husband was mad at her for some unknown reason. But she had no time to argue with him at that moment. So, she chose to patiently wait and find it out later when they got home.

Colonel, Mr. Mu. The Commander has asked you to join them," a young voice was heard. When neither Edward nor Daisy agreed to nudge, Mark came over and conveyed the Commander's words, which temporarily postponed their dispute. Relieved, Daisy knew that Edward could never be controlled, and nobody could predict what he would do next. Although he loved and cared about her, his bullying and peremptory characters still existed. He might be scary when he lost his temper.

"I know. We're coming," said Daisy. Daisy looked back at the hall, and found her superiors sitting on the stage. Then, it suddenly occurred to her that it was time for her to deliver her closing speech on the stage.

"Let's go. You might be asked to speak offhand." Her mouth twitched slightly. She stretched her hand to pull Edward's arm. When she saw the bandage on her hand, she finally realized why Edward was mad at her. However, right now, she didn't have any time to explain herself to him. So, she smiled at him apologetically.

Edward removed his hand from hers, and walked towards the stage, leaving Daisy behind. Daisy knew her husband was pissed off. She shook her head helplessly, and followed him closely, wondering how to resolve this fight.

"Now, be quiet. I'm pleased to announce that the performance of the new weapons is now over. Next, let's all welcome our sponsor of these equipment, the CEO of FX International Group, Edward Mu to make a speech." As soon as the Commander stopped, the thunderous applause was heard in the hall.

"Hello, comrades, I appreciate what you have done for our country. Your commitments and sacrifices are making you great soldiers. Thank you for your services." Edward stopped, he then turned to look at Daisy, and continued.

"Now I'm going to cut the long story short and come straight to the point. If I have guessed it right, some of you are more curious about my relationship with Daisy than anything else." Edward's eyes ran down the soldiers sitting off stage. He thought that some of them had never met him, although he had been here once in the past. Probably, this is why they were continually looking at him ever since he entered the hall.

Are you interested in Daisy's private life? I know a lot of you people have made all kinds of assumptions about her. Now, let tell you something. As you just saw, I have established a really delicate relationship with Daisy, because I'm her husband.

With Edward's those astonishing words, the audience roared in surprise. A few moments later, they all calmed down, and curious glances at Daisy. Now it was clear why Daisy never came out in public about her marriage before. Her husband was not any ordinary man. But something must be wrong here. If she did have a husband who happened to be the CEO of an international company, why did she still leave a lonely life with her son all those years.