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."

that her shoulder bones were starting to swell; by then, there

unclear what kind of stimulation

accept that the gentle, sometimes shyly smiling young man was the same

he loosened his grip on her,

asked in a low voice,

stunned; she hadn’t expected him

his too-long bangs hanging down, obscuring his expression, only

you to give up... He has repeatedly abandoned you, hurting you like this, can’t 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

you disappoint me so much, I didn’t

you like this, and you still forgive

a strength from somewhere, Daisy pushed him

stumbled back a few steps and

at her, his