Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 393: Chapter 420: Accompany You for a Lifetime

On the way back, Edward Stephens did not return home immediately but took her for a walk around the commercial area.

This was the first time she closely observed the vast empire of the Stephens.

The enormous office building, centered around the Stephens, spread out to a dense assortment of malls and shops. On the outskirts were bustling streets filled with people, and the just-off-duty workers supported this economy, fueling the region’s prosperity.

To manage such a grand company must be quite an honor. Daisy Ginger turned around to look at the high-rise, quietly standing in the shining lights. No wonder Robert Stephens carried a sense of pride and disdain toward her.

No matter how hard she tried her entire life, she couldn’t build such a business empire that provides shelter for millions.

"Want to eat something?" Chicago is a city that never sleeps. Even though it’s not early, the streets remained crowded, and Edward Stephens walked with her, surrounded by open restaurants.

"I just had a cup of milk tea, not hungry yet." She shook her head, "Aren’t you going home?"

"I want to wander with you." he said lightly, "We haven’t had a good chat like this in a long time."

eyes, looking at the man’s finely

their conflict tore them apart, they couldn’t face each other

solve problems, but they are the best way to vent

her, she found it hard to confront him argumentatively. The little

which made it difficult

she knew that her time by his side wouldn’t last, with the parting

These are the reasons.

Nothing more.

cream shop and let go of Edward Stephens’ hand, going to get

Stephens stood behind her with one hand in his pocket, saying, "Give her a chocolate

strawberry cone, Daisy Ginger quickly intervened, "Hey, wait a second!" She scolded Edward Stephens, "If you want to eat, buy it yourself,

cream at the top, found it too sweet, clicked his tongue lightly, and nonchalantly pushed it back into Daisy Ginger’s hand,

Daisy Ginger stood still, staring at the cone marked by Edward Stephens’

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