Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 1768 Daisy Changed Her Mind (Part One)

"Yes, you're exactly right. I have had enough of you. Hmph!" Daisy felt defeated as Edward knew her

so well that he always found ways to soften her up. She just couldn't stay mad at him.

"I know how women think even better than you know. You're saying yes but you mean no. I won't take

your words to heart." Edward smirked and smugly crossed his arms in front of him. He was confident

that she really didn't mean what she said, and it infuriated her.

"That's because you men like to hear those fake words," Daisy snapped back. She knew that she

would always lose in their arguments, but admitting defeat so easily was the last thing on her mind.

"I understand you completely. Why not? It makes perfect sense. But here's the thing. I'm not like most

men; I'm the exception." Edward rubbed his chin after he said this, betraying no doubt in his face.

Inwardly, he thought, 'I'm rich as hell, devilishly handsome and loyal to a fault to my wife. How can she

even compare me with other men?'

"You are so shameless!" It was like Daisy heard his thoughts as she spat the words. She knew Edward

was a narcissist, but it never ceased to stun her whenever he patted himself on the back.

"But hey, I'm only shameless in front of you," Edward said as he smiled mischievously and looked at

Daisy straight in her eyes.

"Stop it!" Daisy immediately stopped him. She knew where this was headed. She knew how relentless

and tireless he could be when it came to sex.

"Alright, fine," Edward said as he raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression smug as ever.

"But I have one more question. Are you still really mad at me?" As long as the answer was no, he

would begin to persuade her for their baby's acceptance.

"What do you think?" Daisy asked with one eyebrow raised. In truth, she was actually much calmer

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"How am I supposed to know? That's why I'm asking you." Edward looked at his wife with his charming

eyes and hopeful expression.

"Ugh. Let's go home first, please? I'm exhausted," Daisy exclaimed as she shut her eyes. Obviously

she didn't want to talk right now, with her feeling tired. She knew that whatever he was going to discuss

with her, though she had a pretty good idea, she hadn't made a decision yet.

"Why don't you get some shut-eye? I'll wake you up when we arrive," Edward said as he observed his

wife. He could tell from her weary eyes that she had a tough day. At that moment, he swore to himself

that he would convince her to keep the baby no matter what happened.

Daisy didn't reply, but reclined the seat backwards and lied down. On one hand, she was exhausted.

On the other hand, she needed time to think everything through.

Edward bent to strap her in. Safety was always a priority, he thought. He then smoothed away a wisp of

hair on her eyes and curled it behind her ear. He took one long last look at her, sighed deeply, and then

started the engine.

Edward drove slowly along the roads leading to their home. He had time to reflect on how hard it was

for his wife. The streetlights and the fading shadows from pole to pole were his only company. Daisy

was still sound asleep. She was both mentally and physically exhausted because of her pregnancy.

Maybe she thought she could run away from reality even just for a moment in her dreams. But when

she woke up, she still had a hard decision to make.

His heart ached when he saw her weary, troubled face. They were parked already, but he didn't wake

her up. He just stared at her quietly.

In the last couple of years, they had argued like all other normal couples, but they would easily make

up immediately the next day. They loved each other and they knew the important things that made a

marriage strong - responsibility and trust.

He had originally thought his love towards Daisy would fade away as time went by. He had never been

more wrong. He loved her even more after all these years. Maybe this was what they called true love. It

might not be as intense or dramatic as it was in the movies, but simple and tempered against time.

Unlike most women he knew, Daisy was strong and independent. He smiled at the thought. Although

she could be childish at times, she was on her own most of the time. She raised their son alone for a

few years, and he had not heard even a single complaint.

He couldn't help but feel lucky and bend down to give her cheek a soft, little peck. She was like

Sleeping Beauty -- his Sleeping Beauty.

"Uh. Are we home?" She groggily rubbed at her eyes and blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to

the light. She stifled a yawn. The setting sun shone mildly through the car window. The military exercise

these days really tired her. On top of that, the pregnancy thing was heavy on her mind.

"Yes, we are. Did you sleep well?" Edward stroked her hair gently as he asked, and looked at her

lovingly.

"No! You were there in my dreams, pestering me. Jesus, you are everywhere, huh?" Daisy complained

and cast him a reproachful look.

"Really? You had a dream about me? I am so touched. You must love me so much." Even though he

knew she was mocking him, he still felt incredibly happy as long as she dreamt about him.

"I haven't finished yet! I also beat you up." Daisy laughed. Edward made a mocking face in response.

She just rolled her eyes at him as she opened the car door and got out on the hard pavement.

Edward couldn't help but feel a cold chill creep down his spine. 'What a scary woman!' he thought.

It felt weird for the couple to arrive at home and not find Justin running out to welcome them. The

servant hastily went out and informed them that Justin's grandparents had taken him to their old house

to spend the weekend.

Edward felt relief rush to his cheeks as he heard that. Now he had the space and time to convince his

wife. The odds were with him.

Edward was an aloof and commanding man in front of others, but a caring and considerate husband

before Daisy. They went about eating a delicious supper in silence. When they were both finished, he

asked her to take a warm bath first.

All throughout dinner, Daisy kept thinking about her problem. She knew deep inside that running away

from reality wouldn't solve anything. She then went to take that warm bath. When she was satisfied,

she went to their wardrobe, dressed in a frilly nightfown, went downstairs and sat beside her husband.