Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: I Hold Grudges

It took a full eight hours to fly from Los Angeles back to Banyan City.

Daisy Ginger was taken to the United States alone, but on the way back, she had Charlotte Smith with her.

In a familiar place, a familiar city, her territory, as soon as she got off the plane, Daisy Ginger relaxed, and as she relaxed, the pressure and fatigue of the past half month surged forth.

Returning home by car all the way, Daisy Ginger practically opened the door with her eyes closed and collapsed onto the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

She slept for a full eight hours, and when she woke up, the sky outside the window was dim, and it was already four in the afternoon.

She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while before realizing that she had been carried to the bed by someone.

Who else in this house could carry her to bed? Who else but Charlotte Smith?

Thinking of Charlotte Smith, Daisy Ginger suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Miss Ginger," as soon as she thought of her, there she was, appearing at the doorway with a gentle smile, wearing their kitchen apron, and said softly, "There’s not much at home. I cooked some noodles, would you like to try them?"

Charlotte Smith had a beautiful face devoid of any aggression, attractive to both men and women, especially now, standing there with the demeanor of a virtuous wife and good mother. Even though Daisy knew her presence wasn’t entirely beneficial, she couldn’t muster any anger towards her.

Feeling a bit lazy from her sleep and not having changed her clothes upon return, Daisy Ginger lay on the bed, now dressed in clean, soft pajamas, her makeup removed, and even some skincare applied, the weariness of travel undetectable.

Running a hand through her hair, she found it increasingly difficult to be angry with this woman or even speak to her civilly, so she coldly snorted, "Get out. I’m going to take a shower."

Charlotte Smith nodded compliantly, "Then I’ll bring the noodles up for you."

Just as Daisy was about to get out of bed, she frowned at the suggestion and said, "No need. I’ll eat downstairs."

She didn’t really intend to treat a decent girl like a servant.

After all, she wasn’t paying her wages.

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to the bathroom and

to wash away everything she brought back from the United States, she stayed

a pack of cigarettes from

pain within her body, which seemed to have been held back, all surfaced clearly, like countless small needles relentlessly poking

existence was completely overturned; these

the door again,

stood up from the bed,

*

clumped together. When Daisy came

away for half a month, the food

noodles were

two of them

discern any craftsmanship; after a few sips of broth, she put down

Smith, who was earnestly eating

small face and looked at her gently: "Miss Ginger, is there

against the backrest, Daisy asked, "How long do

husband

have a student-teacher relationship

a slow bite of noodles, and said, "He’s

to be surprised. "Hmm? I remember, you were once Edward’s fiancée. The Stephens family really lacks principles, sharing

rude, and Charlotte Smith just kept her head down,

Ginger leaned back, crossed her legs, and scrutinized Charlotte Smith’s

do you still like Edward

"..."

and watched her with a smile, "Help me get a divorce from him, and I’ll help you tie

of anger finally appearing in her usually calm eyes, but it dissipated quickly as she suppressed it

smiled faintly, meeting her gaze, "I