<h4>Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Establishing Intimate Connections 1</h4>


    Edward Stephens bought dinner and came back, discovering Daisy Ginger leaning against the headboard ying with her phone.


    She could certainly be called "steadfast despite her injuries." One hand was wrapped up like a dumpling, while the other had a tightly bound wrist, yet she was still using her fingers to poke at the screen.


    Edward Stephens put the takeout boxes on the table and nced at Daisy Ginger: "Time to eat."


    It was almost twelve o’clock, and most of the nearby restaurants had closed. Edward Stephens hadn’t bought a lot, just several stir-fried dishes and some seafood, all of which seemed to be Daisy Ginger’s favorites.


    Daisy Ginger sat there, nced at the dishes, and smiled quietly.


    She was still on a drip and couldn’t get out of bed, so after Edward Stephens had opened the food containers, he brought the IV drip to the dining table and handed her a spoon.


    "My mom knows," Edward Stephens said, sitting across from her. "She originally wanted toe see you now, but I thought it would be dangerous to leave toote, so I asked her toe tomorrow instead."


    Daisy Ginger looked a bit uneasy and asked cautiously, "Did you exin the situation to her clearly?"


    Edward Stephens said, "I n to."


    Daisy Ginger pursed her lips, and Edward Stephens looked up at her, his tone calm: "She is very worried about you, and I think we should rify the situation to her; there’s no need to hide it."


    Daisy Ginger responded with an "oh," lowered her head, and awkwardly picked at a piece of green vegetable with the spoon.


    She ate somewhat absent-mindedly.


    Edward Stephens peeled a shrimp for her, "Open your mouth."


    Daisy Ginger looked up, instinctively opened her mouth, and got a mouthful of shrimp meat.


    A hint of surprise showed in her dark eyes as Edward Stephens withdrew his hand, observing her expression, "Does it hurt too?"


    "...No," she shook her head. "I don’t feel anything now."


    "When does it hurt?"


    "...After having nightmares."


    But she had just undergone surgery, and with the constant painkillers, her sense of pain wasn’t very sharp anyway.


    Edward Stephens nodded, "I’ll ask Nichs Woods again."


    "What?" Daisy Ginger froze, reacting strongly, "Why ask him? That guy isn’t very reliable, I’m nning to switch to someone else."


    "Is that so," Edward Stephens said casually, peeling another shrimp for her, "I think he’s quite capable."


    Daisy Ginger nibbled on the shrimp, somewhat disdainful: "Not as capable as his teacher."


    "That’s because you’re not cooperating with the treatment," Edward Stephens took off his gloves, "No skill can manage when resources arecking."


    Always speaking in favor of that quack.


    Daisy Ginger felt displeased, pouting her lips: "Are you fond of him, Edward Stephens?"


    "..." Edward Stephens red at her, "Don’t pout."


    Daisy Ginger puffed up her cheeks.


    Edward Stephens: "Send me his WeChat after dinner."


    "No."


    "Behave."


    "...." Daisy Ginger pouted again, gave him a nce, and let out a soft snort.


    *


    After dinner, Daisy Gingery back in bed.


    Edward Stephens leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, typing rapidly on his phone, seemingly chatting with Nichs Woods.


    Daisy Ginger watched, feeling slightly uneasy, and called out to him: "Edward."


    Edward Stephens looked up, gazed at her, and with his eyes asked: "What’s wrong?"


    "I’m sleepy."


    Edward Stephens came over and stroked her head, "Sleep then."


    Daisy Gingery in bed, looking at him eagerly.


    Edward Stephens looked back at her, asking straightforwardly, "What’s wrong?"


    "Don’t keep chatting with him."


    Edward Stephens put his phone down and sat next to her, adjusted her pillow, "Sleep."


    He felt she seemed like a small animalcking a sense of security, needing someone by her side to settle down.