<h4>Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Men and Women Should Not Have Physical Contact</h4>


    The next day after work, Edward Stephens came again.


    Daisy Ginger just nced at him and didn’t pay any attention to him.


    She drove her silver BMW out of the garage, heading home.


    In the rearview mirror, Edward Stephens’ ck Bentley followed her at a steady distance.


    She could even clearly see the man’s confidently poised face.


    She had been spoiled since childhood, her temper was never very good. When she was young, Edward’s broad-minded tolerance indulged her whims. If she wanted the Dixon family’s cold noodles, they had to be delivered to her by midnight, not a minute less.


    Only the Edward of the past could tolerate that.


    This birthday, Edward didn’t arrive on time. Although he had a valid reason, her tendency to be difficult red up, and she felt ufortable without making a fuss.


    She didn’t really expect the current Edward to coax her much. She just nned to let it go after some time and calm herself down.


    Unexpectedly, Edward turned out to be quite patient, having been ignored for so long, yet he remained quite sincere.


    The BMW stopped on the Ginger Residence’swn, Daisy went inside to change her shoes and asked the servant, "When will dinner be ready?"


    "Dinner is already being prepared." The servant was very respectful to her and said gently, "Would the youngdy like to eat first? I can serve it as each dish is prepared."


    She nced at the man casually walking in from outside with one hand in his pocket. He seemed at home here, without any inconvenience, put on the slippers handed over by the servant, and walked towards her.


    Daisy shot him a nce, stood up from the sofa, and told the servant, "Serve dinner."


    Saying that, she turned and went into the dining room.


    Edward paused, nced at her back—she was still mad.


    After the victory deration ended in failure yesterday, he blocked Ryan Smith, leaving him holding flowers in embarrassment, achieving nothing in the end.


    Daisy sat down in the dining room, took a sip of wine, and then saw Edward walk in and sit across from her.


    She treated him as if he were air, calmly eating her dinner without acknowledging him at all.


    After dinner, she went upstairs.


    Edward followed her, walking leisurely.


    Daisy passed by the study room, nced at him, but ultimately did not go inside.


    She returned to her bedroom.


    When she was about to close the door, Edward’s hand pressed against it. Daisy tried to close it a few times but couldn’t overpower his strength, so she simply opened the door and stood at the entrance, looking at him with aposed expression.


    "Not letting me in?" he asked quite matter-of-factly.


    Daisy replied calmly, "We’re a man and a woman, shouldn’t be in close contact."


    She hadn’t seen her exercise any restraint when entering his room.


    Edward looked at her, charming yet cold face, and coaxed her, "I bought you a gift, don’t you want to take a look?"


    Daisy sneered, "Not interested."


    She turned away without looking at him, went over to the vanity, and started removing her makeup while tying her hair up.


    It was Edward’s first time in Daisy’s boudoir; her room reflected her personality—ck and gray tones, minimalist Nordic style, without unnecessary decorations, simr to her apartment in the city center, only livelier here with people, not as cold and empty.


    He looked around with interest. The counter was lined with trophies frompetitions Daisy had won since childhood, piled up densely. There was also a photo album on the counter. Edward reached out, about to pick it up, when a slender hand snatched the seemingly older, weathered photo album away.


    "Master Stephens, hasn’t anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t randomly touch others’ belongings in their home?"