Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 390: Chapter 417: "Laughing so ugly to death.

Edward Stephens kept a cold expression and led Daisy Ginger out of the courtyard.

Daisy hesitated for a moment and turned her head to glance behind her, seeing Robert Stephens still sitting there, his expression indifferent, giving no sign of joy or anger.

Towards this younger brother of his, he indeed had a special fondness, and even with Edward Stephens speaking to him this way, he showed no sign of anger.

It’s just as he said, "No matter how badly one might treat others, it’s impossible to treat him badly"...right?

"Sir..." Charlotte Smith cautiously approached Robert Stephens and called to him softly.

The man’s expression was obscure with emotions, continually watching Edward’s figure, and only when he completely vanished from view did he calmly retract his gaze.

"Close the door." He turned around and went back into the house.

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by him all the way out of the bamboo courtyard before the man stopped, standing in front of her, bowing

"Wh-what’s the matter?"

furrowed his brows, his voice slightly stern, "Since you know how to text me, couldn’t you wait for me at home for a few more

hour," Daisy explained to him, "Besides, Charlotte was blocking me at the door, I couldn’t keep putting it

"What’s there

out to pinch her cheeks, his voice raised in anger, "Do you even know how worried I was when I came back and

grasping his hand, smiling at him, "Look, I’m fine, aren’t I? He just came to ask me about the details of our wedding... maybe because

quietly led her a few more steps, and then asked, "Did he truly not say anything

tilted her head, scrutinizing his

look at her. His eyes were deep, gazing at her face, "If there’s ever anything, you can discuss it with me. But don’t make deals with

lips, momentarily finding herself at a loss for words, only able

It seems...

Robert Stephens mentioned— even if she wanted half of the equity in his hands, he wouldn’t bat an eye, and would just give it to

heart felt as if it housed a small stone, neither heavy nor sharp, but with each breath, that kind of hoarse sensation in

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