Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 322: Chapter 321: Daisy Ginger, If You Can Be a Little More Obedient

As soon as the police left, Granny Dixon also breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the young man sitting next to Daisy Ginger, walked over, and like the others, called him, "Master Edward."

"Master Edward, do you find the food here to your taste?" She was a bit intimidated by this young man, always feeling that he was different from Daisy Ginger, as if there was a layer of distance between him and others, not so easy to talk to.

Edward Stephens glanced at the trembling old lady. He hadn’t eaten much, constantly observing the interaction between Daisy Ginger and that cheeky child, but he remained polite verbally: "The taste is great, thank you for preparing so many tables. My people can eat at the town tomorrow."

His words relieved Granny Dixon, bringing a smile to her wrinkled face, "No trouble at all, as long as you like the food, these are just simple dishes, no trouble at all."

Daisy Ginger tilted her head towards the old lady and said, "Granny, you should sit down and eat too. You’ve been tired all day, and there’s plenty of food."

Granny replied with an "oh" and sat down, looking at Jasper White nestled in Daisy Ginger’s arms, unable to resist patting her grandson’s little face, gratefully said to Edward Stephens: "If Master Edward hadn’t come today, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Stephens. The man leaned his face against his hand, lazily sipping tea. Sensing her gaze, he lifted his eyelids

but think, if Granny Dixon knew what Edward Stephens

went on

Dixon took the now asleep Jasper White into the room to rest. Daisy Ginger was led

was not a

into it, there

cooler than during the day. Daisy Ginger was scantily dressed and walking

the man

her

innately stubborn, knowing he did it on purpose, she became increasingly silent, walking until her body was chilled. The man stopped and stood in front of her, looking down at

applied medicine while she was asleep, and the wound had scabbed over, it

Unpleasant.

on her delicate neck with his fingertips, looking at her blue-tinted face due to the cold, he gently asked her, "Have you ever thought that if I were even half an hour late today, what would

pressed her lips together, silently staring