My Wife is an Aloof Beauty

Daisy finally made an appearance which shocked both the maids -- and even normally unflappable Edward.

She wore a white trailing dress, simple but trendy. Her raven hair cascaded to her shoulders and her eyes looked coy and bright, her cheeks blushed. Her skin was fair and smooth, her footsteps light and enchanting. She was a fairy from heaven, and hot enough to captivate any man.

It was the first time that Edward had seen her dressed like that. He never imagined that she looked like that under the boxy military attire. She was incredibly, unbelievably gorgeous. The perfect marriage of coldness and grace.

Daisy saw them all staring at her, pulled her dress a bit and looked at Edward helplessly. She didn't know what she had done wrong.

"Mom, you are so pretty today." Justin rushed over, but not into her arms. He didn't want to ruin Daisy's white dress with his greasy hands.

"Something wrong?" Daisy asked. She was still a little unsure. This gown was the last resort. Every other dress was either too short or too revealing. After careful deliberation, she chose the long conservative gown she wore now.

"No no! You look stunning in that dress." Edward extended his hand to hold Daisy's waist and escorted her to the table. The maid, as well as Justin, were shocked seeing that.

Daisy's face went even redder. She was embarrassed by this public display of affection. How could Edward embrace her in front of so many people, especially around Justin?

"Mrs. Wu, bring my wife her breakfast, and get the sober-up soup I just told you to make." Edward was back in fine form, giving orders. He didn't see anything inappropriate in what he was doing.

"Okay, Master." Mrs. Wu nodded

't sure what he was up to. There was a calculating look in his eyes.

Daisy was at a loss for words. Since when had she become the butt of their jokes?

"You don't need to go to work today, Dad?" Everyone was getting along, and Justin was thrilled. Now to step up his efforts -- he needed to strike while the iron was hot.

"Why do you ask? What are you up to?" Edward knew his sophisticated son far too well. Maybe Daisy didn't understand Justin's calculating nature, but he did. He was Edward Mu, after all.

"No reason, Dad. You always think I'm up to something. I'm not that bad. Besides, when it comes to plotting, I can never beat you." Justin tried to play innocent, but Edward knew better.

"Just tell me. What do you really want?" Edward glanced at Justin, cleaned his mouth and leaned against the chair gracefully.

"Dad, can we go to the beach again?" Justin said eagerly.

"Well, I have too much work to do today. So we can't go to the beach." It was burning hot outside. They would be grilled under the hot sun. He didn't want to squeeze into the overcrowded beach on a day like this. They could go another time.