The man in his thirties was no longer as reckless as in his youth. Even the lip piercing at the corner of his lips now carried a restrained and composed aura. As Daisy Ginger looked at his tall and broad shoulders, she recalled the time she found him by the trash heap. Who would have thought that the little boy, who was once so malnourished that he couldn't even reach her shoulder, would grow to be over six-foot-two.
She smiled at him, took a sip of the warm milk in her hand, and asked, "I heard from Zoe recently that you got a new girlfriend. When will you bring her over for me to meet?"
Ethan Pond stepped out of the shadows. His arms were strong, and in a swift motion, he lifted the delicate-framed Zoe Hilker from Daisy's side and plopped her onto the sofa.
"It's over." Ethan's tone was indifferent, giving no hint of emotion.
Daisy was taken aback. It was rare to hear that Ethan was in a relationship, and yet, after just a few months, they'd already split up.
