Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 377: Chapter 405: Scars of Torment

"Edward Stephens, are you annoying?"

Her eyes were red as she glared at the face in front of her, her voice already hoarse.

"Edward Stephens, I don’t want to play with you today!"

The man looked at her, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to sleep."

The man let out a light laugh, reached out to turn off the lamp, rudely pulled the blanket over both their heads, and then tightly hugged her, "Alright, let’s sleep. I doubt you can sleep now!"

It was she who was being toyed with by his family, so what was he angry about?

The next morning, Daisy Ginger, who was clearly a patient still recovering from serious injuries, was treated by Edward Stephens as if she didn’t even deserve the treatment of an ordinary person.

After a simple breakfast, Daisy was alone at home, led outside by someone to bask in the sun in the courtyard.

Near the small villa where she lived, there was a beautiful garden, said to be designed by craftsmen invited by Edward Stephens’ father from New York, modeled after New York’s gardens, as a tenth wedding anniversary gift.

From any angle, one could sense that Edward Stephens’ parents were quite loving. Why then did such a normal couple raise such strange children like Robert and Edward Stephens?

Daisy couldn’t figure it out.

Daisy was being led by a servant to the garden in the woods to rest. After sitting under the shade of a tree for a short while, she heard the voices of Lady Stephens and Charlotte Smith coming from the nearby pavilion.

planning to marry Robert?" Lady Stephens’s gentle voice came over. "You’ve been engaged

taken aback.

expect that she would be so bold,

standing by quieted down and

over everything. Marriage, such a small matter, will likely

before. Your wedding should also be on the

voice tightened: "Madam, you don’t need to worry. I... will

hear Charlotte speak so sharply; Lady Stephens’s words must have

chuckled innocently: "Charlotte, are you shy?

also listened silently, feeling

of embarrassment, but rather out of

reserved nature was so

who magnanimously let her off, promising not to suggest to Robert that he marries

terrifying man like Robert would be worse

quieted down over at the pavilion, and it seemed Lady Stephens and Charlotte Smith

patted her bottom under the tree’s shade and was about to stand up when she heard the "rustle" of footsteps nearby – the sound of shoes

and saw Charlotte Smith’s exhausted figure walking over from a distance. She sighed as she walked, seemingly worn out by Lady Stephens, and didn’t notice Daisy sitting

left, until Charlotte Smith turned her

paused, somewhat shocked to see

What was this habit?

the crisscrossing whip marks on her back,

behind her. She leaned forward to wash her hands, then took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket, poured a bit of powder into her palm, and applied it

powder to her shoulder with practiced ease. When the momentary sharp pain passed, she exhaled slowly and lowered her head to wash the

when she lowered her head that she finally noticed Daisy sitting under the tree’s shade behind her. She abruptly stood and turned, cautious eyes landing on