Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 358: Chapter 357 I’m Not a Narcissist

"Edward Stephens, it’s impossible for me to like you."

"That’s okay."

...

Daisy Ginger savored this exchange, lifted her eyes with a hint of a smile, and said lightly, "If it weren’t for Mr. Stephens keeping me locked in the hospital these days, and posting people to guard the door, I might really be moved by Mr. Stephens’s deep affection."

Edward Stephens took a sip of his drink, ignoring Daisy Ginger’s provocation, and said lightly, "Because you’re disobedient. If you were a bit more obedient, we’d both live more comfortably."

"By obedient, you mean letting you have your way, doing whatever you want?" Daisy Ginger’s calm smile faded, and her face cooled, "I’m telling you, I absolutely will not have this child. Don’t even dream about it!"

The man seemed to disdain arguing with her, ignored her words, and picked up his chopsticks casually, starting to eat the food that was brought to them.

It was noon, the Hong Kong-style restaurant was bustling with people coming and going.

The owner of the restaurant was an immigrant from Hong Kong, who had been running it here for over a decade, frequented by old customers.

The place was filled with Chinese people, chatting in their hometown dialects. Daisy Ginger picked up on a few Banyan City accents, her eyes darkened slightly, and she lowered her head, no longer acknowledging Edward Stephens, quietly sipping the creamy mushroom soup in front of her.

They ate until half past one in the afternoon.

Edward Stephens presumably had work to do later. He paid the bill and then took her to the car.

Daisy Ginger sat in the car, hugging her legs, watching the bustling scenes outside the window.

Still, no matter how long she lived here, this city always felt foreign.

Daisy Ginger pursed her lips, gently resting her chin on her knees.

She felt a bit homesick.

*

Returning to the Stephens family home, Daisy Ginger was led back to her room.

back late tonight." The man, with his back to her, stood before her changing clothes, "If you get bored, you can go downstairs to stroll

a cold expression, not

her expression, walked over, and leaned down in front

her, "want me to stay and keep you

his hand, showing him no

down, and kissed her forehead, "Daisy, if

eyes to glare

were already caught in a trap, and no matter how she

and turned her back to

heard rustling sounds, then the man’s

to the steady footsteps of Edward Stephens leaving, thinking that

him be so triumphant, after ruining her life,

eyes, and a metallic taste filled her

pain seemed

*

he would stay at home to accompany her for a few days and

he would just leave and stop

man finally agreed to take her out for a

The next morning.

Chicago is much warmer

sweater, the neckline drooped, revealing her thin shoulders and

and found

circles

because of

cursed Edward Stephens in her mind just

kiss her cheek, and then quickly dodged when

nearby, looking somewhat

engage with this childish man, lowered her head to rinse her

wiped clean without a trace, and the housekeepers had

as if the matter of changing the

removed, her subtly protruding belly and increasingly low spirits reminded

filled her mouth. The man opened the door and came out just as

Her eyes deepened.