Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 342: Chapter 341 What is this?

About ten minutes later, Edward Stephens walked back alone from a distance.

He looked more relaxed than when he went in, came over, and took her hand, "Let’s go. I’ll take you out to eat."

Daisy Ginger looked at his expression and finally snorted, "Didn’t I say it was fine?"

Edward didn’t respond directly, only said, "The police called me just now. Your phone has been found and handed over to someone from your company. You can pick it up at your office tomorrow."

The efficiency is quite impressive.

On the other hand, it also shows how powerful the Stephens family is in this place.

Daisy responded and was distracted by the change in topic, "Was anything deleted from the phone?"

"No," Edward replied flatly.

That black guy, though, is going to be in for a long haul.

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After having dinner at a nearby restaurant together, Daisy came home thoroughly exhausted.

She hadn’t felt tired so easily before, but recently, for some reason, even a few steps left her winded.

Struggling, she forced herself to take a shower, not even drying her hair completely before collapsing into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

Edward, after finishing the last bit of work in the study, entered the room to find Daisy deeply asleep, curled up on her back without even a blanket covering her.

man furrowed his brow slightly, walked over, and pulled her up into his arms, "Daisy, dry

especially with her current foul mood. Being disturbed made her incredibly annoyed, and she tried to

softly coaxing her, "How about I dry it for

only furrowed her delicate brows, burying her face in his chest, and promptly fell

down at her flushed, peaceful face and couldn’t

like a little

sofa, allowing her to curl up in his embrace while he used the blow dryer

air was filled with the sweet

caught the faint fragrance from Daisy and couldn’t help but

she was by his side, it didn’t

than he had imagined, not as

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from some physical discomfort,

after her inexplicable anger subsided, he would even hand her a glass of water to soothe her

of

temper from before, Daisy might have suspected he had been

unhappy was how

in a gym to work out, but for some reason, he flatly refused. She finally signed

work to walk off her meals, but now Edward would take her home right

Edward’s increasingly strange control, finding more reason to quibble with him. Yet, under her torment, his temper seemed

control, she was also secretly worried about how spoiled she had become by him, her emotions oscillating between self-reproach and berating Edward. Until one day, while drinking sweet milk, she suddenly vomited, and only then did she belatedly

poured the milk for her himself.

Edward and Charlotte looked a bit surprised; one led her to the washroom, the other cleaned up the mess

disappeared completely after

a nagging suspicion lodged in Daisy’s heart, not deep or shallow, unsettling

this bout of vomiting didn’t seem to evoke much reaction from Edward, who simply reassured her that she might have

way, but couldn’t help calculating when her last period