Edward Stephens looked at her, a trace of solemnity emerging in his deep-set brows. He was not a reticent or indifferent man; on the contrary, the young master of the Stephens family was born with a smile. Even when he wasn't smiling, his thin lips naturally formed a slight curve, exuding an inherent charm and casual elegance.
But at this moment, the corners of his lips turned downwards, his thin lips tightly pressed together. That noble and youthful face embodied an aura of authoritative presence typical of the Stephens family. Emily Ginger had been with Edward Stephens for so long, had seen his gentle smile, but had never seen him look so cold and aloof.
She felt a bit at a loss, not knowing what she did wrong, raising her face like a small animal, with a confused and frightened expression.
Edward Stephens looked on, adding another layer to his resentment toward Daisy Ginger.
But things had come to this point; continuing his relationship with Emily Ginger was indeed impossible.
