Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 449: You have a fever 1

The next day.

Edward Stephens didn’t need to go out today, a rare day off.

When he woke up, the air was tinged with a faint mist, and outside, he could hear the sound of rain hitting against the glass windows.

It was raining.

He sat up in bed and heard laughter coming from downstairs, a rare instance of joyous sound that piqued his curiosity.

After washing up, Edward, wearing slippers, leisurely went downstairs and saw Erin Ginger sitting on the sofa, with a drawing board in front of her, surprisingly making a portrait of his housemaid.

A few finished pieces were already being shown around and whispered about. Seeing him coming down the stairs, they immediately reined in their expressions and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Stephens!"

"You all..." He frowned.

"It’s like this," the housemaid explained, stepping forward, "Little Erin wanted to go sketching outside this morning, but since it was raining, we persuaded him to practice his drawing at home." As she spoke, she couldn’t help but glance at Erin, praising, "This child is very well-behaved, doesn’t make a fuss, eats whatever he’s given, and isn’t picky."

Beautiful and sensible children are always favored by adults.

Edward walked over, glanced a few times at Erin’s easel, and noticed his skill in drawing was very adept; with just a few strokes, he sketched out the contours of the model sitting in front.

Such skill, for a child from an ordinary family, would likely take four to five years of learning to become proficient.

This was probably talent.

overcast weather, it was still barely light. Edward sat across from Erin, looking

they would come to pick

his head and saw Daisy Ginger, her hair let down, rushing in

body drenched in water. Only owners could drive in here, and

"Little Erin!"

the sofa, Daisy couldn’t help but call out to him. She walked over but was afraid her rain-soaked state would dirty him

present," she retrieved an exquisitely wrapped small gift box from her arms and presented it to Erin, "It’s something you really like, do you want

face stern, using his brush to sketch and alter on

glance back at her from start to end, she realized she

the sky was fully bright, she had hurriedly driven over, worried about Erin’s

who told her Erin had been picked up by Edward Stephens from the street. She breathed a sigh of relief, but recalling Erin and Edward’s blood relation filled her with dread. She rushed to pick up a prepared birthday gift from her apartment and hurried to Edward Stephens’ residence, intending to coax him back,

it to her, "Miss Ginger, Little Erin is very safe here with Mr. Stephens, don’t worry. Go upstairs and take a hot shower

looked at Erin who was ignoring her, pressed her lips together, and whispered to the maid,

dry wrapped gift box on the coffee table and whispered to Erin, "Little Erin, Mommy will go

small face still stern, Erin did

was led by

Erin, then at Daisy’s retreating, rather pathetic figure, and raised an

only have ladies’ robes here. We’ll go buy a change of clothes for you now," the

showering, donned the

birthday, she couldn’t help but

had been so busy,

The man she hadn’t seen for four years brought an indescribable emotional shock, causing

agent, also had to follow along, working endlessly without time even to sleep. The month passed in a blur, and she ended up missing Erin’s birthday like

forehead bumped against something hard and warm, startling her. Instinctively, she looked up

"!"