Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Establishing Intimate Connections 1

Edward Stephens bought dinner and came back, discovering Daisy Ginger leaning against the headboard playing with her phone.

She could certainly be called "steadfast despite her injuries." One hand was wrapped up like a dumpling, while the other had a tightly bound wrist, yet she was still using her fingers to poke at the screen.

Edward Stephens put the takeout boxes on the table and glanced at Daisy Ginger: "Time to eat."

It was almost twelve o’clock, and most of the nearby restaurants had closed. Edward Stephens hadn’t bought a lot, just several stir-fried dishes and some seafood, all of which seemed to be Daisy Ginger’s favorites.

Daisy Ginger sat there, glanced at the dishes, and smiled quietly.

She was still on a drip and couldn’t get out of bed, so after Edward Stephens had opened the food containers, he brought the IV drip to the dining table and handed her a spoon.

"My mom knows," Edward Stephens said, sitting across from her. "She originally wanted to come see you now, but I thought it would be dangerous to leave too late, so I asked her to come tomorrow instead."

Daisy Ginger looked a bit uneasy and asked cautiously, "Did you explain the situation to her clearly?"

Edward Stephens said, "I plan to."

Daisy Ginger pursed her lips, and Edward Stephens looked up at her, his tone calm: "She is very worried about you, and I think we should clarify the situation to her; there’s no need to hide it."

Daisy Ginger responded with an "oh," lowered her head, and awkwardly picked at a piece of green vegetable with the spoon.

She ate somewhat absent-mindedly.

peeled a shrimp

opened her mouth, and got a

dark eyes as Edward Stephens withdrew his hand, observing her

her head. "I don’t

"When does it hurt?"

"...After having nightmares."

just undergone surgery, and with the constant

Stephens nodded, "I’ll

reacting strongly, "Why ask him? That guy

Stephens said casually, peeling another shrimp for her, "I

shrimp, somewhat

Edward Stephens took off his gloves, "No skill

favor of

displeased, pouting her lips: "Are you fond of

glared at

Ginger puffed

"Send me his WeChat after

"No."

"Behave."

him a glance, and let out a soft