<h4>Chapter 80: Chapter 80: When to Have a Child</h4><h4></h4>


    After dinner, Daisy Ginger apanied Lady Stephens for a walk in the small garden, then took an orange from the fridge and brought it into Edward Stephens’ bedroom.


    The man had already bathed, was wearing a ck bathrobe, and was leaning against the headboard ying on hisputer. When he saw her enter, he didn’t even lift his head.


    "Edward."


    She called out to him and sat beside him.


    "I’m going to sleep with you tonight."


    The man didn’t move his gaze, speaking in a calm tone: "As you wish."


    "By the way," Daisy Ginger, dangling her feet, eating the orange, said, "Auntie just asked me when we n to have a child."


    "..." This time, Edward Stephens finally looked up at her. He furrowed his brows slightly and said to Daisy Ginger, "My mom enjoys saying nonsense, don’t mind her."


    Daisy Ginger bit a segment of the orange,y back in the man’s arms, pressing down hisptop, "When Ian Linton has two kids in three years, won’t you be jealous?"


    Edward Stephens raised his hand, tore off an orange segment from her hand, and asked tly, "Do you want children?"


    Daisy Ginger’s beautiful eyes nced at him, "Of course not now." Later on... will she and Edward Stephens have their own children?


    For some reason, a faint confusion emerged in her heart.


    Being with Edward Stephens felt like a castle in the air, happiness tinged with a hint of illusion, always feeling like this joy wouldn’tst long.


    Perhaps it was obtained too arduously, which is why it feels so unsettling.


    Daisy Ginger was quiet for a moment, leaning in Edward Stephens’ arms while quietly finishing the orange, then went to the bathroom for a bath.


    She slipped into the man’s bed, lying side by side with him, turned her body, and embraced Edward Stephens’ waist.


    Edward Stephens had already put down theptop, picked up a German original book to read, felt Daisy Ginger nestle into his arms, and nced at her.


    She had just showered, wearing short-sleeve pajamas, her body carrying the dampness of water and the fragrance of the bath. Sweet and milky in scent.


    She lifted her head from his arms and called out to him: "Edward."


    Edward Stephens calmly said, "Sleep."


    "Have you ever slept with Emily Ginger?"


    Edward Stephens’ gaze remained on the book, voice t: "I haven’t progressed that far with her."


    "Oh." This answer pleased her a bit, she rubbed her face against his chest, snuggling up, haughtily said, "Then in the future, you can only sleep with me."


    Edward Stephens didn’t respond to her.


    She wasn’t too settled.


    After lying for a while, she began to speak again.


    "Do you know what day it is on the 27th of this month?"


    Edward Stephens looked at the book, indifferent, "What day?"


    "..." Daisy Ginger buried her face in his chest, quiet for a moment, inhaling the faint tobo aroma on him, "I’ll tell you then."


    Edward Stephens patted her back, indicating for her to be quiet and go to sleep; he still had to read.


    "You muste that day, okay?"


    "Got it."


    Having gained his promise, she seemed finally satisfied, the corners of her lips curved up, and she held him, closing her eyes.


    This marriage wasn’t quite what she had imagined, but holding this man in her arms, drawing warmth from him, listening to his heartbeat, letting their breaths mingle. Somehow, it felt akin to the happiness she hoped for.


    Edward Stephens, do you know, after the age of sixteen, every wish I made has been about you.


    I’m waiting for you toe back and marry me.


    You promised me.


    If I didn’t know that you never lie to me, I wouldn’t be waiting for you.