Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: "I said, I have no intention of divorcing.

The man’s eyes gradually deepened, like they were stained with layer upon layer of thick ink, so black that his emotions were almost indiscernible.

His long fingers, scented faintly of tobacco, gently brushed over Daisy Ginger’s blood-stained lips. "Smack!" Her hand swatted them away forcefully.

The man’s movements paused. He only lifted his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on Daisy Ginger’s eyes, full of resentment and trembling.

She looked like a bowstring on the verge of breaking, her entire being manifesting a despair too burdensome to bear.

Edward Stephens’ eyes deepened again, pondering, if before they got married he had known the truth, what would their situation be now?

Perhaps he would already be dead because Daisy refused to donate marrow, or perhaps he could have been saved by Daisy’s marrow, just like now, and he could be with Emily Ginger, their lives never intersecting as they do now.

Falling in love with Daisy was a completely normal affair.

In this world, there might not be a man who wouldn’t be moved by being pursued by such a beautiful and excellent woman.

the presence of seductive charms. Once his heart was moved, taking it away followed a natural law

relationship

whispered, "Did you know

her, as if harboring countless unspoken words. He

quietly, hoarsely saying, "So... it was I who had eyes but failed to see, it was I who mistook the person... it’s

had just heard a particularly

of absurd world

world? How could there be

not look at this face that made her heart throb

wearing this face was

fact brought her unbearable

of waiting, waiting for someone who had died eight years ago, she could no longer wait any

had been directly thrust into her

of bed. She didn’t look at the man in front of her any longer, nor did she acknowledge him; she just turned around, opened the door, and started to

away, watching her back. His eyes were deep as he asked, "Daisy, where

from her face, and stood at the door, back to him, "Going home. To sign the divorce papers."