Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 141: Chapter 140 "Is This Your Business?

Edward Stephens glanced back lightly, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, and gave him a look.

"You’ve made Director Ginger very upset. She is your wife; don’t let her be too sad."

Edward Stephens’s expression remained gentle and indifferent, without saying a word.

"Don’t let her constantly drown her sorrows in alcohol. Her stomach isn’t good, and drinking too much puts a heavy burden on her body." Ian Linton’s voice was gentle, carrying a bit of amiable advice, without any aggressiveness.

Edward Stephens took a cigarette out of his trousers, bit it on his lips, and lit the tip with a lighter.

With a calm demeanor, he asked quietly, "Is this something you should be concerned about?"

Ian Linton was slightly taken aback, then nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed as he lowered his head, "I’ve known Director Ginger for many years. Seeing her upset today, I couldn’t help but say a few more words. I hope Mr. Stephens won’t mind."

His attitude was like a friend standing up for Daisy Ginger, with a perfect balance of tact and intention.

Edward Stephens looked at him indifferently, "I heard you just broke off your engagement with your fiancée today. I didn’t realize you were in the mood to care about how someone else’s woman feels."

his lips lightly, and when he raised his head, he returned to his usual gentle and refined manner, nodding slightly to Edward Stephens, "I just have a good relationship with Director Ginger, and I can’t bear to see her upset and disappointed. If Mr. Stephens doesn’t like to hear

nodded apologetically to Edward Stephens, then turned around and

his mouth, stood there, watching Ian Linton’s

This man...

pondered for a moment, unsure where his wariness and hostility towards

subconscious feeling that

family, having some pretense and scheming is normal. Edward Stephens stubbed out the cigarette, turned

*

upstairs, Edward Stephens found Daisy Ginger lying sprawled out on her bed,

bar right after work, and now

at her, then reached out to pat

times, but got no response. Edward Stephens frowned slightly, glanced at her thin blouse and fitted skirt, hesitated

...

woke up to the morning of

propped her forehead up with her hand, sitting up in bed, and glanced at her inside-out