Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 317: Chapter 316: Daisy Ginger, you’re scared too?

Perhaps because of her movement, he noticed her, and the man reached out, abruptly pulling away the trench coat covering her. In Daisy Ginger’s instinctively lifted gaze, he pinched her sharp chin and coldly mocked, "Daisy Ginger, are you afraid too?"

He was extremely furious at the moment, even the corners of his eyes seemed to emit sparks. Daisy Ginger slightly bit her lip, looking at the man’s fiercely sinister face, with a bit of a startled and frightened bird’s timidity.

There were still grass scratches on her body that hadn’t healed, burning with pain. The male’s aggressive aura brought her inexplicable palpitations. Daisy Ginger spoke in a low voice, "...I’d like to take a shower first... and then talk, is that okay?"

She was probably truly terrified, as her previously overbearing demeanor turned into a pale softness, speaking in a tone as if negotiating, with no intimidation at all.

Her hair was messy, her clothes untidy, with pinch marks from that little ruffian on her arms, turning purplish on her fair skin. Her clothes were torn, as if ripped by someone.

Every mark made one unable to control their temper.

Edward Stephens’s fingertips were slightly trembling, he clenched his hand and looked out the window, his voice raspy, "Go."

If she stayed before him like this any longer, he really didn’t know what he would do.

Ginger received the command and immediately jumped off the bed, hurriedly running past the man like a gust of

of her was scarier than that little

shower water started

Stephens listened to the sound of the water, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the window, lowering his head to slowly light it with a lighter, then took

dark, still bearing traces of

eyes skimmed over the room, which seemed extraordinarily

few changes of clothes were hanging on the balcony, and there were hardly any pieces of furniture in the room, just one room and one living area,

air, there was

rather stay in this shabby place than be with

looking at the faint ash on his fingers, with gloomy eyes

spread; he slowly flicked the ash off his fingers and stepped

Daisy Ginger. The man silently gave a mocking chuckle, applying slight

"Edward, you..."

He loosened his collar.

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