Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 306: Chapter 305: "Don’t touch me.

The man’s appearance blocked the cold wind blowing on her.

Daisy Ginger slowly lifted her head, her pale face gazing upon him.

She looked at him and then slowly lowered her head again, as if she didn’t care who he was at all.

The man slowly raised his hand, but before his fingers could touch her thin back, Daisy coldly snapped, "Don’t touch me."

His fingertips paused for a moment, then he slightly bent over and straightened up, lifting her horizontally from the bench.

The sensation of weightlessness made Daisy instinctively hold the urn tighter in her arms. The man remained expressionless, silently carrying her out of the funeral home.

Daisy was silently placed into the car.

She curled up, leaning against the car door, clutching the urn, ignoring the man in the driver’s seat beside her.

The air carried a familiar scent, belonging to the pheromones of this man.

Daisy slowly closed her eyes; though she didn’t want to admit it, over the past year, his scent indeed brought her much comfort.

body gradually softened as she rested her face against the lacquered surface of the urn and fell

*

found herself sleeping

Edward Stephens had brought

and the bedroom was very quiet. The man’s warm breath brushed against the sensitive side of her neck, making her slightly uneasy and she struggled a bit. The man, whose eyes

had startled

his eyes, peering into his emotionless dark eyes, and said with a dry, hoarse voice,

blinked slowly, and just as Daisy thought he wouldn’t listen, she

get off the bed, moving around the dim room, listening to his footsteps, followed by the sound of water being

the bedside lamp was turned

of warm water

the water, initially unmoving, and only after a while did

headboard, lowering her head to drink half the

spoke again, but she could feel Edward’s gaze on her, unusually deep and

not

there was a gentle knock on the

lunch

heard Edward’s footsteps as he walked to the door, opened it, and said something in a low voice to Charlotte