Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 321: Chapter 320: Emotions Are Like a Broken Faucet Handle

"Mr. Stephens," someone called out from under the tree not far away, "Granny Dixon has invited you for dinner. Are you planning to go?"

Edward Stephens slowly released Daisy Ginger from his grasp. He stepped back, licked the blood from his bitten lip, and lightly replied, "Yes. Tell her we’ll be right over."

Rustling footsteps echoed from behind, and soon, the surrounding noise quieted down.

The argument was abruptly interrupted, and neither continued; both their emotions fell.

The man reached out, gently wiping the corner of her eye with his fingertip, gazing down at her, "Wash your face. Let’s go eat."

Daisy Ginger glanced at him, brushed away his hand, lowered her eyes, and turned back to the bathroom.

Edward Stephens stood at the door, his deep gaze fixed on Daisy Ginger’s back until she disappeared from view, slowly withdrawing his sight.

He still didn’t know whether it was because he’d invested too much to let go or whether his possessiveness was too heavy to let her leave.

Emotions were like a broken faucet handle—trying to tighten it felt somewhat powerless.

The only certainty was that the moment he let go, they might never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.

This life is too long, and he couldn’t imagine if he’d ever be able to treat another woman with such devotion after being so captivated.

In this world, there’s only one Daisy Ginger—a woman who moved him from being captivated to infatuated.

Daisy Ginger, bullied terribly by him, washed her face, appearing somewhat listless and frail, with reddened eyes, looking pitiful as if wronged.

Edward Stephens reached out, grabbing her cold little hand, and took her to Granny Dixon’s house.

In Granny Dixon’s courtyard, several tables were set up. Edward Stephens’ guests were seated at the tables, and upon seeing him arrive, they all stood up.

meal," Edward Stephens gestured

were questioning Granny Dixon at a dining table. A

Ginger enter, Jasper White immediately slipped from the officer’s arms and ran

"Jasper!"

flickering across her face. After this ordeal, she realized Daisy Ginger’s background might be larger than she imagined and dared not let Jasper bother

White. The little guy got beaten

down and softly asked him,

little guy, upon seeing her, suddenly felt tears welling up,

"Jasper!"

trembling, walked over and reached out to

just give me Jasper. This child is disobedient;

address, Daisy Ginger knew she must’ve learned her

him crying his heart out, and shook her

grandson’s face, eyes reddened too. "Jasper worried about you all

recklessly, speaking with a tone beyond his years; yet, ultimately, he was just a bit over three years

feared he’d caused her harm, staying anxious

strong emotional shifts could only be vented

Daisy Ginger didn’t have children, she had been one before and could vaguely understand Jasper White’s feelings

cried for five minutes before

with a faint smile directed at him. Realizing he’d embarrassed himself,

smiled at him, "Done crying?"

awkwardly replied,

the pile of tissues on the table,

like this, giving him

a tall man sitting beside

Oh my, so frightening!

into Daisy Ginger’s embrace, clutching

up a coconut juice bottle, asking Jasper, "Kid, would you

Edward naturally reached out and unscrewed