Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 142: Chapter 141: You Can Leave

In the room, no one spoke, only the "whoosh" of the hairdryer in Daisy Ginger’s hand could be heard.

The warm air scattered the fresh and elegant fragrance on her body after the shower into the air. Edward Stephens opened his eyes and looked at Daisy Ginger’s back turned to him, with her fluffy, curly long hair and slender, graceful waist wrapped under the silk robe.

At this moment, the bright morning sun had just started peeking through, casting pale pinkish shadows on the transparent glass window, enveloping the room in a hazy scene.

The woman’s silhouette, the damp fragrance in the air, the dim and misty light indoors, and the gradually rising morning sun outside... Edward Stephens felt as if he were gazing at an old oil painting, carrying a hint of fantasy and unreality.

He rubbed his temples and gently began to speak as Daisy Ginger turned off the hairdryer, "Was it Ian Linton who took you home yesterday?"

Daisy Ginger lowered her head, pulled out the hairdryer’s plug, and wrapped the cord around the handle, as if she hadn’t heard him speak.

said lightly, "Have you been getting close to

the drawer, put away the hairdryer, and

her chin slightly upraised, her bright

like some instruction—Mr. Stephens, what identity are you assuming while

tightened as he looked at Daisy Ginger’s defiant posture, narrowing his eyes slightly: "You’re a young woman alone drunk in front of a man,

mockingly, "I understand my relationship with Ian, do you think everyone is like you

to look at him, and taunted, "Old lovers, unfinished business, one man and one

feeling her delicate, slender frame, as if a little

prying his hand away, walking over to the bedside table to find a pack of cigarettes, leaning against the window,

a slight hoarse timbre unique to her voice, without

tailor made you a few outfits