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."

nose, her voice sounding pitiful,

steering wheel and glanced at her, saying coldly, "Trouble like you lasts

like this, and you won’t even comfort me. Edward Stephens, do you have any

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

After a while, Daisy Ginger hugged a

but when Edward didn’t speak, her consciousness started to blur again, and she curled up in the car seat feeling

faint smell of

but glance at the driver’s seat, catching sight of the man’s sharp and perfect profile. He

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

thank you for coming

me to the

*

they took her temperature, and she was

a series of blood tests, the doctor’s expression grew

symptoms of gastritis, a fever spiking to 42 degrees, requiring immediate

time of abundant food, managing to bring oneself to malnutrition is quite an