Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Can You Die for Me?

Daisy Ginger was being stared at by his crazed eyes, feeling a chill running down her spine.

"Ian Linton, are you drunk?!" She struggled a bit, his fingers clamped down on her shoulder as if trying to dismantle her bones, causing her to wince in pain.

But her strength was pitifully insignificant compared to the man’s violent strength; she couldn’t shake off the force he was exerting on her.

Daisy was a bit anxious and also a bit scared, she shouted sharply, "Ian Linton, let go! If you keep this up, I’ll call for help!"

Her words seemed to stimulate Ian Linton even more, his bloodshot eyes reflecting an unreadable light, speaking to her with an indescribable tone: "Daisy Ginger, I cherish you so much... and yet you willingly degrade yourself! How could you fall so low? You disappoint me deeply, you really disappoint me..."

Listening to him repeatedly say she "degraded" herself and that she "disappoints" him, Daisy couldn’t understand when she ever gave him "hope," nor did she know what he meant by "degrading."

Is not meeting his so-called expectations considered "degrading"?

Daisy pressed her lips together, looking at Ian Linton, trying to calm him down: "Ian, calm down first, can we talk things over? The way you are now... it’s really hard for me to talk to you."

swell; by then, there

days, it was unclear what kind of stimulation he suffered to have

just couldn’t immediately accept that the gentle, sometimes shyly smiling young man was the

enough, Ian Linton slowly calmed down, the redness in his eyes gradually fading; he loosened his grip on her,

a low voice, "...Why

was slightly stunned; she hadn’t expected him to ask that

too-long bangs hanging down, obscuring his expression, only his deep, gloomy voice coming from the dim

you see he doesn’t truly love you at all! Just takes you out, buys you a few pieces of jewelry; any man in the world can do that

you disappoint me so much, I

this, and you still forgive him, where is your dignity? Where is your

from somewhere,

caught off guard, stumbled back a few steps and fell to the

desolately at her, his gaze obsessive and