Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 46 Edward Mu, You Are Shameless

"Mom, you're really here! So dad wasn't lying!" Justin grinned from ear to ear, and hugged Daisy tight,

arms around her neck.

"Yes, I'm here. You're getting so big! I almost couldn't lift you." She laughed. "Probably means you're

eating well." Daisy nuzzled Justin's forehead gently and lovingly.

"Mom, when did you get here? How do you know where we live?" Justin asked eagerly. He didn't

expect his mom till evening, but when he woke up, his mother was right there by his bedside. When

Edward told him she would be there, he thought Edward was lying. But it turned out he was telling the

truth.

Daisy stuttered and didn't know how to answer. "I...that is..." She didn't know when she got here, not to

mention where she was. She was taken here by Edward, but she couldn't tell him that. It was too

embarrassing.

"Justin, where is your father?" Daisy tried to change the topic.

"You are so reliant on me. I leave the room and you miss me already." That arrogant and teasing tone

was so Edward. Daisy regretted asking. She dodged Justin's harsh questions, but now Edward was

skewering her with his razor sharp wit. So embarrassing!

Edward leaned against the door gracefully. The grey gym outfit made him seem lazier and more

approachable. He stared at Daisy and Justin, smiling the whole time. The scene was so sweet, so

Norman Rockwell, with his beautiful wife and adorable son.

"No. I just asked randomly. Don't overthink it."

'Why do I lose it every time I'm around Edward?' she wondered.

"I didn't overthink anything. Or is it that you want me to overthink about you?" Edward was having fun.

She was more vibrant this time -- last time she was just a cold and aloof officer.

"Mr. Edward, the staff of MY Mall are waiting downstairs. They said you called them here." Daisy was

saved by the abrupt voice. She felt quite lucky -- she was not as eloquent as Belinda Shangguan. She

could never win against Edward in a battle of words.

"Excellent. The clothes must have arrived. The Mall staff is quite efficient. Tell them to bring the clothes

upstairs." Finally Edward shifted his gaze. Daisy breathed a sigh of relief.

Edward glanced at her, walked over and took Justin from her arms. He set him down.

"Okay, son, your mother is tired now. You go have breakfast. Your mom and I will be along soon."

When Edward declared something, there was no wiggle room. It was like an order from an officer.

"Okay. But you have to come downstairs soon." Justin got it. He loved it when his mother held him. But

he also knew he was bigger than he had been at 2 or 3. It was only natural that she would be tired.

The clothier called out, "Mr. Edward, can we bring the clothes in now?" Justin was trapped inside by the

apparel racks at the door. He gaped at several lines of clothing, wondering if Edward had moved the

whole mall home.

"Take them all in. They go in the closet." Edward was oblivious to Daisy's surprised look. To him, this

was normal.

The staff hung the clothes skillfully. Daisy thought it was creepy that even her underwear was prepared,

that there were all sorts of high-heeled shoes, dresses, etc. She was too astonished to utter a single

word.

Justin giggled at Daisy's amazed look. 'Edward doesn't do things halfway. This is nothing. Just check

out my closet. You'd be amazed.' Justin thought to himself.

"Mr. Edward, these are all the newest styles. They are cut to the measurements you gave us. What

else can we do for you?" the chief clothier said respectfully.

"That's all I need, thanks. Just send the bill to the FX International Group." Edward walked over, looked

at the clothes and nodded slightly. He looked satisfied.

"Okay, Mr. Edward, we will leave now." Then they left after glancing at Daisy.

"Okay, just choose an outfit and try it on. They are all your size." Edward said, gently. Daisy was still

shocked.

"What? These are all for me?" Daisy finally shook off her amazement, and took stock of the situation.

Edward said, "Who else? You think they're for me?" They would not fit for him, obviously. Edward

squinted his eyes and stared at her.

"No, I mean in my closet, I only need one outfit to wear when returning to base. I have my own clothes

there." Daisy explained.

"I know you have clothes there. These are clothes you can wear here." Edward said naturally.

"But how do you know my size?" She didn't remember telling him.

"If I said I measured you myself last night, would you believe it?" Edward moved in close, and smiled

evilly. Such intimacy scared Daisy and she stepped away.

"Edward Mu, you're shameless." Daisy blushed and stared at Edward angrily. Apparently Edward didn't

just change her clothes last night.

"I am shameless only when it comes to my wife." Edward looked at Daisy teasingly. She was such fun

now.

'Edward, you're just as bold and rude as when I first met you. Now you remember that I'm your wife.

Where have you been before?' Daisy thought to herself.

"As I recall, I'm your wife in name only. Isn't that what you said?" Daisy retorted coldly. It always got on

her nerves whenever the topic came up. It was like Edward was making fun of her feelings for him. So

she would hide behind an icy demeanor.

"You really know how to hold a grudge. Okay, I'll head downstairs and wait for you. Find an outfit you

like. I'd like to eat breakfast together." Edward noticed her mood and stopped flirting. He shouldn't

press her too hard. He knew far too well what kind of hell that would bring him.

Daily collapsed on the bed. She was weak -- that morning was too much for her. She didn't know what

was real. She didn't understand why all of a sudden Edward acted like he cared about her. He told her

they wouldn't sleep together anymore, and that she would never have his heart. But then how could

she explain this morning? Was he playing catch-me-if-you-can? Maybe it was a trick. He would entice

her and she would fall in love with him all over again. Then he'd dump her. Like he did before. She NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

resolved to never let that happen again.