Okay. I'm heading back to base now. Remember to send the bodyguards away. If I see them again --" Daisy said, waving her fist at him. That was an ultimatum.
"Okay, okay. I get it. It's already five. You're still going to the base?" Edward lifted his wrist and checked the time. He had thought that she would be off work now. He didn't expect that she would go back to the army base so late.
It's your fault. I'd be halfway there if I hadn't stopped here and had it out with you. And you had the nerve to ask me." Daisy was peevish at the mention of this. If she wasn't pissed off, why would she come here and argue with him?
Okay, it's all my fault. How about this? I drive you back, and then wait for you to get off work. Then we can come home together." Before she could reply, Edward grabbed his phone and keys from the table. He took power naturally. It was in his nature to take control of everything.
"You don't have to. I can drive myself. Just get back to work. Be careful you don't make your company go bankrupt." Daisy refused without hesitation, because she thought that she was not the kind of woman who needed protection. She was happy that he cared about her. But sometimes love could be smothering, and that was when she had to emerge from the blanket of tender loving care and get some air.
"You really don't need me to go with you? What if I insist?" Edward decided to press the issue. He knew it might be futile. Once she decided on something, it was very difficult to make her change her mind. This was probably his fault, too. He let her decide everything on her own. That was why Daisy sometimes challenged him so blatantly. He was the engineer of his own suffering.
"I'd back down, only if you want a good bop on the nose. I'm not going to let you weasel your way into this one. It's my way or the highway." Daisy glanced at Edward disdainfully. She didn't think that Edward would win in a real fight, if she really pulled out all the stops and tried to hurt him. Even though he was good at fighting, the fight would end in a draw at best.
"Honey, do you really think I'm one of your soldiers? I can't be intimidated that easily." Edward flashed a forced smile. But what could he do? He didn't want to fight her. But if he didn't fight, he had no choice but to bow down to her.
Huh! You wanted to be my soldier? To tell you the truth, you're not even qualified. Just save your energy and forget it!" Finishing her words, Daisy turned around decisively. She bent down to get her briefcase from the sofa and turned back, flashing a graceful smile at him and then walked out in a haughty manner. Edward was left alone. He stood there silently and watched Daisy disappear from sight. He stroked his jawline in a trance, as if lost in his thought.
Leena was not only good at costume design, she also had a knack for cooking. She took pleasure in the busy life of a housewife. After she and Edward and their friends parted, she went to the Bird and Flower Market first and bought some beautiful potted plants to decorate the balcony of her house. The Bird and Flower Market carried more than just birds and flowers. It was a mishmash of housewares, furniture and art. She haggled over the price with the shopkeeper, but not too aggressively -- he had a family to feed as well. Then she drove back to the apartment. Without further ado, she began cleaning as soon as she arrived home. She cleaned every corner of the house. When she finished all of her chores and prepared to sit down to take a break, she raised her head and saw the time on the wall clock. Dinnertime already! The whole day had gone by, and she hadn't finished any designs.
It would never occur to her that she would have an uninvited guest on that day. It was beyond her expectation and she was confused from the moment she opened the door.
Hello?"Leena unwittingly frowned at the sight of Louisa who was standing at the door. She looked at the fashionable and sexy woman with doubt in her eye.
Hi. Why are you here? This is Kevin's house, right? So why would you be here? Oh! I know! You're the servant girl, right? A woman like you can't be anyone else. You look like you've been hard at it all day." Louisa raised her chin and glanced at Leena in the apron, her eyes filled with disdain.
"You know Kevin?" Leena asked doubtfully. She had planned to just shut the door straightaway, but thinking that the woman might be Kevin's friend, she controlled her temper and talked to her. The woman did not come here looking for Leena, so Leena had no reason to shut her out.
Of course. Don't you want to invite me in?" Louisa glanced at Leena, swollen with arrogance. She could afford to be superior. What was the use of being pretty? She was only a servant. But still hot. A seductive girl would be a threat to Louisa, as she might lure Kevin away. Louisa thought it necessary to find a way to drive this servant away when she got the chance.
"Come in, please!" Reluctant as Leena was, she finally caved and made way for Louisa to come into the house.
"Give me a cup of tea, with chrysanthemum. The weather is too dry today." Louisa sat down on the sofa uninvited and took it for granted to ask Leena to serve her.
Sorry, We don't have chrysanthemum here. We only have coffee, is that okay?" Leena bit her lips and tried to hold back her anger.
"No chrysanthemum? Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. I can make do with coffee." Louisa leaned back on the sofa with her legs crossed, without the awareness that Leena actually said "we" in reference to her and Kevin. She raised her eyes and looked around, only to find that there was nothing different from what she saw last time she was here, except for that the house looked brighter. Probably because the servant had just done the cleaning. The servant had done a good job. She was very qualified in this regard. She practically made the place sparkle.
Please wait a minute. I'm cooking right now. I have to attend to the dishes," Leena said as she trotted into the kitchen. Fortunately, she had lowered the burner settings when she went to open the door for Louisa, otherwise the dish would be overcooked.