<h4>Chapter 22: Chapter 22: "See you on the 3rd of next month.</h4>


    After dinner, the sky had turnedpletely dark.


    Lady Stephens called her upstairs and gave her two dresses.


    The dresses were handmade by Lady Stephens’s tailor, withoutbels, exquisitely crafted with embroidery unparalleled in intricacy, invaluable beyond measure.


    Everyone in the Stephens family not only has their own chauffeur and butler but also their own designer, tailor, and family doctor.


    These people have served the Stephens family for generations, exclusively for them.


    Such people cannot be supported by an ordinary listedpany.


    And such a level of living standard requires the umtion of wealth over several generations.


    It was only upon Edward Stephens’s return that she realized how wealthy the Stephens family truly was.


    They could be said to be as rich as a nation.


    No wonder Abigail Perry, upon learning this, would act swiftly.


    Daisy Ginger was walking down from upstairs, carrying packaging bags when Edward Stephens was just returning from taking a walk around therge garden of the Stephens family.


    As he passed by her, his gaze didn’t fall on her in the slightest.


    Daisy Ginger called out to him: "Edward."


    The man turned his head slightly, casting a sidelong nce at her, without speaking.


    Daisy Ginger smiled: "I’m heading home."


    Edward Stephens withdrew his gaze, scoffing lightly: "Do you want me to escort you?"


    Daisy Ginger replied cheerfully: "Sure."


    Edward Stevens turned his head, looking at her as if she was a fool.


    Daisy Ginger, seeing his expression, couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly stepped forward, stood next to Edward, and after a few seconds of eye contact, suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.


    Edward Stephens seemed unprepared for her actions, his brows furrowed intensely, a clear trace of disgust shed through his dark eyes.


    "Have you kissed Emily Ginger?"


    "..."


    "No worries, I’ll make sure to disinfect you properlyter." Daisy Ginger smiled brightly at him, "I’ll wash clean wherever she’s touched you."


    Edward Stephens was once again amused by her.


    "Daisy Ginger, are you really out of your mind?"


    Where does such strong possessivenesse from, even taking charge of women he’s been with?


    Daisy Ginger calmly corrected: "Edward, it’s you who are truly out of your mind."


    She spoke withplete seriousness, making Edward Stephens’s fingers itch slightly; he clenched his fist tightly, then raised his hand, grabbed Daisy Ginger by the neck and dragged her out of the hall.


    "Get lost." He stood at the door, looking down on her without mercy, and said.


    Daisy Ginger stood opposite him, her bright eyes ncing at him, blinking gently.


    Under the moonlight, a phantomyer enveloped her, making her face, despite beingbative, appear somewhat meek.


    She didn’t know why, but she seemed a bit happy, the shimmering eyes were dotted with starlight.


    Edward Stevens nced at her, unwilling to bother with why she’s happy, and withdrew his gaze, turning to leave.


    "Edward!"


    Daisy Ginger called him again, but Edward Stephens didn’t turn back, hearing the sound of something rushing from behind, instinctively turned around, only to be embraced tightly by Daisy Ginger.


    His lips hurt again, bitten by her, the woman’s cheerful voice sounded in his ear—


    "See you on the third of next month."