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.

clothes, "If you get bored, you can go downstairs to stroll in the garden. But don’t

Ginger kept a cold expression,

walked over, and leaned down in front of her,

her, "want

his hand,

her forehead, "Daisy, if you behave, I’ll make you the happiest

her eyes to glare

caught in a trap, and

crawled in, and turned her back to him, ignoring

heard rustling sounds, then the

unconsciously bit her lip, staring at the void opposite, listening to the steady footsteps of Edward Stephens

so triumphant, after ruining her life, and remain so

filled

tolerance to pain seemed

*

at home to accompany her for a few

hoped he

for three days, the man finally

The next morning.

in Chicago is much warmer than in

revealing her thin shoulders and steep collarbones as

looked in the mirror and found her complexion rather

circles

of that

mind just as he walked

brushing her teeth, he approached to kiss her cheek, and then

laughed nearby, looking

engage with this childish man, lowered her head to rinse her mouth, swiftly washed her face, and left the bathroom

home. The bloodstains she left had long been wiped clean without a trace, and the housekeepers had long resumed their usual routines, as if

her into anger now, as if the matter of changing the medication was all in the

removed, her subtly protruding belly and increasingly

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

Her eyes deepened.