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.

was still barely light. Edward sat across from Erin, looking at the child whose features bore some resemblance to Daisy Ginger, and found himself slightly

when they would come to

head and saw Daisy Ginger, her hair let down, rushing in from the rain. Edward’s gentle demeanor slightly shifted as he

body drenched in water. Only owners could drive in here, and without an umbrella, she just ran

"Little Erin!"

out to him. She walked over but was afraid her rain-soaked state would dirty him and

box from her arms and presented it to Erin, "It’s something you really like, do you want to

using his brush to sketch and alter on the paper,

end, she realized she had thoroughly upset her usually

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

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

to toe, kindly brought over a dry towel and handed it to her, "Miss Ginger, Little Erin

her face dry, looked at Erin who was ignoring

coffee table and whispered to Erin, "Little Erin, Mommy will

stern, Erin did not

sighed gently and was led by the maid upstairs to take a

then at Daisy’s retreating, rather pathetic figure,

clothes for you now," the

donned the robe

had forgotten Erin’s birthday, she couldn’t help

month had been so busy, it made

a state of distraction. The man she hadn’t seen for four years brought an indescribable

in Director Carter’s new production, she, as the agent, also had to follow along, working endlessly without time even

something hard and warm, startling her. Instinctively, she looked up to meet

"!"