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.

smooth, and an hour later, the

was on in the hall. At this moment, standing at the door, it loomed like a dormant beast, and Emily stood at its mouth as

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

at the door. She stood there barefoot, slightly pursing her lips, looking still a

"Don’t call me for

"OK. Let’s see who calls who

to argue. After saying his piece, he rolled up the window and turned

on the windshield. Something had been hurled at it; Edward focused

was the high heel that Emily was

his head and saw Emily carrying her bag, walking into the house without

had been attacked twice

scattered on the hood,

this woman stop throwing

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in the

as she entered, groggy, sat up rubbing her