Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 411: Chapter 437: The Last Supper

The car left behind.

Daisy Ginger stood in place, beneath the starlit sky, looking at the young man not far away.

They had been together for so long, yet they had never seemed so distant.

Daisy was silent for a moment, then smiled at him and began to walk toward his direction.

She walked up to him, looked at him, and chuckled lightly, "I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore."

The man’s gaze landed on her face, after a while, he slowly raised his hand.

Daisy watched his movement, her gaze unflinching, waiting for his hand to fall on her neck or face.

Until her cold hand was held by the man’s warm, thick palm, she was a little stunned, not yet coming back to her senses, already being led into the glass greenhouse.

The greenhouse was transparent, with a constant temperature, right in early summer, the plants were lush, and the scent of flowers filled the air.

Daisy looked up and saw the Milky Way above her head.

brilliant silver shadows, like fallen fragments of stars, flickered and danced on the glass ceiling, without turning on the lights, yet it didn’t feel dim

Daisy also fell silent, neither wanting to break such

she want to ask, just letting herself

front of them was an open space, paved with white tiles, light

midst of the pink petals, there was a dining table set with

at him, the man said nothing, just led her to

front of him, watching him pour a glass of

tender, the candlelight flickered, under the starlight,

half of the steak, then looked up

her gaze, looked up at her, and asked faintly,

"Is this the

full, would he kill her and bury her beneath the wilderness

man put down his knife and fork,

drank the red wine in front of her, then said, "What else do you want

with a napkin, stood

was silent for a while,

her for a walk around the

suddenly felt heavier,