The sun was shining just right.
The atmosphere between father and son was harmonious. The man's bit of aloofness seemed just like dewdrops in the light, evaporating quickly.
*
Daisy Ginger returned early.
At that moment, Edward Stephens was by the pond in the garden, watching his son draw with his chin resting on his hand.
Daisy's pretty face was flushed red. When she saw him, it seemed that, given their son was present, she forcibly restrained her temper and only said fiercely to him, "Come with me!"
Edward stood up casually, hands in his pockets, and glanced at her, "If you have something to say, say it here."
Daisy wasn't buying it. She glared at him fiercely, "If you don't come over, you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, your call!"
"......"
The man weighed the pros and cons, and silently followed behind her...
Daisy went upstairs and tossed out a stack of contracts, pointing at them, "Explain."
