Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Edward Stephens, what you once promised me has finally come true.

Emily Ginger was shoved into the passenger seat, buckled up with a seatbelt. Edward Stephens got into the car and drove toward the Ginger Residence.

The woman in the passenger seat had a cold, pretty face, her expression frosty enough to freeze.

Edward pretended not to notice, acting as if he saw nothing.

He had never coaxed anyone before, and he felt there was no need to.

His relationship with Emily Ginger wasn’t one that involved coaxing; driving her back was simply what a normal man should do.

If anything really happened to Emily Ginger on this road, he doubted he could truly pretend it had nothing to do with him.

The drive was quiet, and he found it somewhat amusing that when she deliberately annoyed him, she was terribly noisy, yet when she was angry, she turned quiet without a word.

He even maliciously wondered if he should use this to shut her up in the future...

Emily Ginger leaned on her hand, looking out the window at the dappled shadows of trees passing by like mist over her face. She had a cool demeanor and didn’t say a word.

later, the car stopped

not at home. In the vast Ginger mansion, only a night light was on in the hall. At this moment, standing at the

was a bit far from the old mansion. She had an apartment in the city center but insisted on coming back here every

car window, turned his head to look at the woman standing at the door. She stood there

call me

chuckled coolly, "OK. Let’s

snorted, too lazy to argue. After saying his piece, he rolled up the

was a loud "bang" on the windshield. Something had been hurled at it;

the high heel that

turned his head and saw Emily carrying her bag, walking into

attacked twice

scattered on the hood, Edward couldn’t help but roll his

throwing whatever

*

the mansion

the night on the sofa woke up as she entered, groggy, sat up rubbing her