Edie wanted to say something but had no confidence. Such a handsome and wealthy man. He may be a Prince Charming to a lot of women, but he just wasn't hers. If she hadn't had Donald in her heart, she might have been moved by Stuart's offer.
Edie shook her head. "No, this deal is ridiculous." As soon as she had finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and someone outside said, "Master, breakfast is ready." "Come in." Stuart stood up. "Don't be so anxious to say no, just think about it."
Then, without Edie's answer, he left the room. The maid pushed the dinner in, and when she got close, she found that the dining cart was full of three different kinds of breakfast. There were Chinese, Western, and also Japanese. "I didn't know what your personal preference was, so Mr. Bates told us to prepare a little bit of everything," said the maid respectfully. "What would you like to eat first?" asked the maid.
Edie said uncomfortably, "Western style." "Okay," the maid answered, and she took out a table from the bottom of the diner cart and put it in front of her. Then set the food in the order of sandwiches, fried eggs, salad, and milk.
Edie was really hungry when she saw the food. She thought that once she ate, she would have the strength to leave. Edie's eyes opened wide as she looked at the sandwich and started to eat. She had never tasted such an exquisite sandwich!
It seems as though Stuart has an extravagant life. When she had finished eating the food on the table, the maid asked again, "Does the lady need anything else?" Edie waved, "No." Her stomach was full of food. The maid tidied her things respectfully, she bowed to her and pushed the cart away again.
Suddenly, Edie heard a phone ringing, recognizing that she is her own ringtone; she quickly took the phone out of her bag and saw the name Joanna on it, her face suddenly cooled down. Her mood began to change again; she felt herself becoming unhappy again. "Joanna, what else do you want?" asked Edie.
Joanna said in an annoying voice, "Edie, I forgot to tell you that someone recently invited Donald and me to take part in a charity auction. I decided to donate a diamond necklace." Edie's eyebrows were wrinkled. Charity auction? That was none of her business. "That necklace is stunning. I heard it's called The sea of stars."
Edie suddenly took a tight grip on her cell phone and said, "Joanna, how dare you sell my stuff."
"Oh, why can't I sell my own things? You know that it is not yours!" said Joanna. Edie had never met such a thick-skinned person.
The necklace was a keepsake left by her mother. How could Joanna say that Edie's things were hers?."The necklace that is in my hand, it's mine." Joanna seemed to be very satisfied with Edie's reaction, and she laughed loudly. "Some people cannot protect their own things. They let them fall into other's hands, and then you have no choice but to decide what others should do with your belongings."
Edie knew that Joanna meant not only the necklace but also Donald. Edie looked upset.
Donald's all right, but the necklace, she'll definitely get it back. "The necklace, I will get it back. As for Joanna, I will make her pay for the crime." Edie was distraught. After that, she hung up the phone.
It took Stuart a long time to come back. When he did, Edie was on the bed, holding a pillow in her arms. Her head down and her long, thick hair hung down over her face. Stuart was unable to see her expression. Edie suddenly raised her head when she heard the door open. Stuart saw that her face was pale, and her bright eyes were now red, and her face was stained with mascara. She looked like she had already decided something.
Somehow, when he saw her face, he was apprehensive. Throwing away this inexplicable emotion, Stuart raised his eyebrows and said, "Waiting for me?" "You," Edie sighed, trying to gain the courage, "Are you serious about what you said before?"
He came and sat down beside her. "Of course, I was serious." Stuart's eyes stared at her face, and he did not want to miss any of her emotions. "I can promise you," Edie said calmly. A slow smile attractively twisted his lips. " I have one condition," Edie said. Stuart didn't say anything. His eyes were focused on Edie, and she knew he was listening.
Edie bit down on her lip and said, "I don't need your money, but I do need you to get a necklace back for me. It's expensive. It could be worth millions." Edie said, very nervously. Would someone she had just met spend that kind of money? There was a sincere smile on his face, and his eyes had an apologetic look on his delicate face.
He hadn't met anyone that has made him this happy in a long time. Edie could see the expression on his face, and she was worried that he had misunderstood her intentions. Then she put her little hand on his chest, feeling every beat of his heart. She looked at him desperately and said, "It's really not about your money. The necklace is very meaningful to me. I must get it back."
There was a different look in Stuart's eyes. The little hand on his chest, which he had just touched last night, made his eyes widen, and he began to tremble all over. "I promise," Stuart said in a low voice. Edie was relieved, and she suddenly put her hand down. "I promise you that after the six months are over, you will never see me again. If that is what you wish?"
The words coming from Edie's mouth suddenly darkened Stuart's face. Why did he feel bad when she said she was going to leave him after six months? Edie definitely could not guess what Stuart was thinking. Stuart had always been so cold, all the subtle emotional changes hidden behind his dark eyes.
Seeing Stuart was not speaking, she blinked and asked, "what's the matter?" She was acutely aware that, while Stuart's expression had not changed much, there was suddenly a coldness that came over him. A coldness that most people could not approach.
"Do you already have your certificate?" Edie asked. "At home," Stuart stood up and said, "Let's go. I'll drive you to get yours." Edie was a little surprised. "Are you going to apply for it today?" "Yes," Stuart said, looking at her. Edie thought that it was going to be a fake marriage. She didn't think there was going to be a wedding feast and no notifying relatives and friends. She just a bit down on her lip again and said, "okay."