Daisie looked at him. “You‘re quite optimistic, do you know that?”
“Well, I‘ve always been an optimist,” James replied with a grin, “I‘m not a good person, but there is one
thing good about me. I have a big heart.” Daisie crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned
against the drawer. “Have you been filming lately?”
James was stunned. “How did you know about that?”
“Mr. Johnson told me about it.” She smiled and added,“ He said you‘re rather proactive today. He also
told me that you look like you finally decided to put in effort in your career.”
“Bullsh*t. I‘m not being proactive. I need money,” James replied sternly. “My dad has frozen my credit
card. If I don‘t start filming right now, I won‘t even be able to pay for my gas.” Daisie chuckled and
patted his shoulder. “Keep it up, young man. You might not need to ask for money from your father
anymore in the future.”
After that, she waved her hand and left.
James lowered his head, and his gaze turned gloomy as he looked at the empty cup.
“I pay for everything you eat and use, so stop talking to me about refusing a marriage. I‘m telling you,
James, you‘re my son, and if you want to depend on me, you have to listen to me!”
When James snapped himself out of his thoughts, he let out a self–deprecating smile.
Luckily, he had not confessed to Freyja. If not, it would have made him look lame in front of her.
After all, a rich and cynical young man like him could not make his own decisions. Therefore , he did
not have the right to go after the girl he liked.
At Hewston City, at the Peterson mansion...
Giselle was silent as she looked at the magazine. It was never in her wildest dream that they would
make their relationship public, and she thought that she would stand a chance.
When her father came downstairs and saw his daughter looking at the magazine in a trance, he sighed
lightly and walked toward her. He sat on the couch next to her and said, “Gigi, you should move on
from Coleman. After all, plenty of men in Bassburgh deserve my daughter.” Giselle lowered her head
and said, “But none of them is more outstanding than him.” Her father put his hand on her shoulder and
continued.“ It doesn‘t matter if he‘s outstanding or not. What matters
the most is that he needs to have a good heart and is a responsible man, do you understand?”
Giselle nodded and forced a smile on her face. “I get it, Dad.‘
Her father smiled.
At Taylorton.,,
Nollace was reading a document in the study room. When he heard footsteps in the corridor, he raised
his head and closed the document. “You‘re back so early today.”
Daisie froze when she arrived at the door.
“Why do you think I‘m not Edison?”
Nollace lifted his eyelids and chuckled. “There‘s no way Edison would jump and hop when he‘s
walking.”
Daisie walked up to him and lay on top of the table. She rested her head on her hands and looked at
him. “I‘m still on holiday, so I can come back earlier.”
Nollace leaned forward and twirled his finger around her long hair to collect it behind her ears. “Do you
have anything to tell me, Daisie?”
She grinned from ear to ear and replied, “How did you know that I have something to tell you? Are you
living inside of my head?” He chuckled. “Well, maybe.”
She sat back up and said, “Nolly, we‘ve gotten a marriage certificate, but I still think we lack something
in our house.”
He grabbed her into his arms and asked, “And what is it?” Smiling, she said, “A wedding photo.”
Nollace was stunned. Daisie looked at him and asked, “What‘s wrong? Did I say anything wrong?”
He shook his head helplessly and said, “Of course not. If you want it, of course, I‘ll give it to you,
Daisie.” He couldn‘t give her a wedding right now, but at the very least, he could satisfy her yearning for
a wedding photo.
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