After the kiss, Daisy Ginger was slightly out of breath.
She lifted her head and looked into the man's dark eyes while nestled in his arms.
His eyes deeply reflected her image, filled with affection and tenderness.
Without saying anything more, she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and nestled in his embrace, feeling his body heat gradually seep into her, his breath providing her with reassurance.
Daisy Ginger, in her life, barely depended on anyone else; perhaps her innate personality was stronger than the average person. When faced with difficulties, her first thought was to handle it herself.
Yet in this world, there were things she couldn't deal with no matter what.
Even if she spent her whole life trying, she couldn't manage Robert Stephens.
"Edward Stephens, I need a break," she said softly.
She was exhausted, but there were still many things requiring her full attention.
