The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

On this day, Charlotte woke up and went downstairs, unexpectedly seeing Robert Stephens still in the dining room having breakfast.


Sunlight fell on the marble table, illuminating the young man in a white shirt. His defined features made the shadows on his face appear more pronounced, and without having seen each other face-to-face for a few days, this man seemed even more handsome.


Charlotte paused slightly at the entrance of the dining room, hesitated for half a second, but eventually walked in, sitting across from Robert as usual.


The servants had long noticed the undercurrents between her and Robert these days, and they placed the prepared breakfast in front of her cautiously before filing out.


Breakfast was sandwiches and creamy soup. Charlotte had just cut a slice of sandwich and put it in her mouth when she heard the man across from her set down his dining knife. He stood up, turned, and walked out of the dining room.


Chapter 787 - She is truly beyond saving.