Edward Stephens didn't pay any attention to her this time.
Daisy Ginger watched him for a while with her eyes open. The warmth in her stomach even warmed up her cold hands and feet. She was so exhausted she couldn't hold on and gradually fell asleep.
Edward Stephens sat on the sofa, played with his phone for a while, and heard the even breathing from the room.
He looked up, his gaze landing on the pale face of the woman on the bed.
Even in her sleep, she seemed restless, her brows constantly furrowed.
Edward watched for a moment, got up, and walked out of the room, leaning against the wall by the door, and made a phone call.
"Hey, Ryan..."
*
Daisy Ginger had a nightmare.
She dreamed that her bedroom was on fire, and when she opened the door, a mass of flames rushed toward her.
"Ah—!" she screamed, her eyes snapping open.
She felt very hot, her mouth dry, and it was already dark. The room was empty, and she could hear her rapid heartbeat and breathing.
