That was Edward Stephens' brother.
His real brother.
No matter what, she had to send him back, she couldn't let him live with lifelong regrets.
*
In the evening, the man still seemed in a bad mood, and he didn't talk much during dinner.
Daisy Ginger didn't want to argue with him in front of the child, so after dinner, she put Erin Ginger to sleep before returning to the bedroom.
The man had just taken a shower and stepped out of the bathroom, with just a white towel around his lean waist, letting droplets of water drip down along the defined lines of his muscles.
Daisy gingerly touched his abs, "Have you been secretly working out behind my back?"
The man glanced at her and knocked her hand away, "Don't touch."
"Touching it won't make it disappear."
"..." The man's eyes grew cold, and as he got up to leave, Daisy quickly lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, firmly holding him in place, "Don't go!"
"Let go." His face showed displeasure.
"No!"
