Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Edward, Am I About to Die?

Edward Stephens heard the sound of the collapse and turned around to look.

Damn.

He cursed softly and quickly walked back, crouching down in front of Daisy Ginger.

Daisy Ginger was on her knees, looking as if she was about to collapse, her face as pale as if it were transparent in the sunlight.

"Daisy Ginger," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and furrowing his brow as he looked at her, "What’s going on?"

Blood was still dripping from her nose, soaking Daisy Ginger’s shirt. She furrowed her thin eyebrows and raised her pale face to look at him, her voice sounding a bit aggrieved, "Edward Stephens, I feel terrible..."

To think she still wants to sign a contract in this state. Edward chuckled lightly and reached out to pick Daisy Ginger up from the ground.

The woman in his arms felt very light. He had never held her before, but she seemed much thinner than the last time they met.

No weight at all.

He stuffed her into the passenger seat and handed her a bunch of tissues, "Use these to block it."

held the tissues to her nose, her voice sounding pitiful,

at her, saying coldly, "Trouble like you lasts a thousand

won’t even comfort me. Edward Stephens, do you have

state but still spewing nonsense. Edward couldn’t help but roll his eyes and was too lazy to

was quite strong. After a while, Daisy Ginger

but when Edward didn’t speak, her consciousness started to

settled over her, enveloping her in a faint smell of tobacco

catching sight of the man’s sharp and perfect profile. He was focused on the road and didn’t

cashmere blanket around herself, tugged at the corners of her lips, suddenly feeling a bit

Stephens, thank you for coming

me to

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temperature, and she was immediately sent

expression grew increasingly grim as the results

high white blood cells, symptoms of gastritis, a fever spiking

abundant food, managing to bring oneself to malnutrition