The man let go of her, watching Daisy Ginger stand up from his arms, then lifted her slender arm and reached out to him.
Today, she had only applied light makeup, her long hair was fluffy and soft, and the curve of her smile looked sweet and gentle.
It was an expression that belonged only to him.
The man lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, gently holding the woman's soft and slender fingers, picked up the pile of shopping bags from the ground, and walked out of the mall with her.
Daisy Ginger sat in the car, watching the man sit in the driver's seat and drive.
The midday sunlight outlined his facial lines just right, the man's features were exquisitely perfect, and as if sensing her gaze, he turned his head and glanced at her lightly, "What's wrong?"
Daisy Ginger chuckled, "I think I really should buy you a car."
The car they were driving now wasn't even Daisy Ginger's; it was Zoe Hilker's, which she had brought from the garage for Daisy Ginger to use.
