Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Born in the Year of the Dog!

Daisy Ginger now feels a pang in her back just seeing his gleaming eyes. Before he could make any move, she quickly slipped out from under the blanket and downed the glass of milk in one go.

After finishing it, she burped unceremoniously and looked up to see Edward Stephens watching her with a half-smile, a faint teasing and mocking expression at the corners of his lips.

Damn attitude!

Daisy slowly gathered the blanket back around her and snuggled back into the down quilt, then gave him a fierce glare.

Having to take leave from Oliver Rubio because of her sore back was utterly mortifying! The main culprit, on the other hand, looked thoroughly satisfied, as if he’d been well pampered, and that sight filled her with frustration.

Edward lazily stretched out his hand and ruffled Daisy’s fluffy head, commenting on what happened last night, "Useless. I signed you up for a gym membership; you should exercise more often."

Damn, he’s really a beast! Daisy looked at him incredulously; he actually dared to blame her for not having enough stamina last night and signed her up for a gym!

Is there any other man in the world as awful as Edward Stephens?

as the man chuckled and withdrew his hand from her head, lazily adding, "Of course I’m kidding... How

again after I call stop, and you’ll be

felt she needed to set some ground rules; otherwise, he’d eventually wear her out

the morning, unable to stand upright, let alone find a single unbruised

damn well like

lazily pulling clothes from the

big black and white eyes glaring, "Get out

lifted his gaze lazily, shot her a glance of mild amusement as if she were making a big fuss over nothing, put the clothes by the bedhead, and lazily

door closed, Daisy let out a

a large bite mark; she couldn’t help but frown and lift her pajama top—damn it, there

was human, she’d really think

and limped out of bed into the bathroom to brush her teeth and

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noticed that today’s lady of the house wore a somber expression, starkly