Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Is this bloodline?

At a young age, little Erin displayed the inherited bad habits from Edward Stephens—capricious, opinionated, obstinate, and a darn grudge-holder!

She’d rather go out and play with a stranger named Edward Stephens than go home with her. This little rascal is so petty.

Seeing her face turn livid, James Shelton blinked and waved a hand in front of Daisy Ginger: "How about I drive now to bring Erin back?"

Daisy Ginger felt somewhat powerless and stood there without saying a word.

Little Erin isn’t usually a sociable child. This was the first time since his birth that he willingly went out with someone he’d only known for a few days.

Thinking of those bad habits inherited from Edward Stephens, Daisy Ginger felt a faint stomachache—

Is this what they call blood ties?

Clearly, he wasn’t raised by him from a young age, and he didn’t really know him, but inexplicably, little Erin seemed closer to Edward Stephens than to James Shelton.

For the first time, Daisy Ginger felt the inconvenience of blood relations.

"Forget it." Lacking much energy, she supported her weak waist and sat on the sofa. Having just been feverish, although the fever was gone, her deep vigor and physical strength had also ebbed away with it.

Edward Stephens now thinks Erin is the child of her and James Shelton, so he probably wouldn’t be so narcissistic as to think little Erin looks like him.

Moreover, she felt that little Erin looked more like her.

Daisy Ginger propped her head up and thought for a moment, then said to James Shelton: "Let me rest for a while, remember to wake me when Erin gets back."

James Shelton looked at her weary face, knowing she must have been exhausted recently from the film company business. A hint of heartache flitted across his gentle eyes.

Softly responding "Understood," he quietly exited the bedroom, standing at the door, watching Daisy Ginger for a while.

Daisy Ginger leaned against the sofa with her face propped up; the white nightgown fit perfectly, outlining her slim waistline. The person who bought this nightgown must be extremely familiar with her figure.

her thick hair cascading down, casting shadows over her pale face, and even

stretched out on the sofa, ankle bones visibly clear, as if they could break with a gentle

realize just how much her vulnerable appearance at this moment

to the windowsill, peering through the clear glass at the ominously

silently

*

The dessert shop.

over and casually said, "Choose what you want to

seriously examined the desserts in the shop, taking a long time without

Stephens looked at him,

shook his head,

ever brought

eating sweets causes

scoffed, then said

art board, chose a strawberry flavored

aback seeing him take this long to

with him eating ice cream on such a cold day, pursed his little lips,

fine." Edward Stephens ruffled his head, paid the bill, and then took little Erin to sit in the

just felt that, indeed, he’s her son;

ice cream was served quickly, and little Erin began eating

did, whether eating a dessert or painting,

finding it amusing that he chose to casually go out with this little rascal instead of going

like Daisy Ginger anymore?" he propped his face, looking at the little rascal, and

Erin lifted his head, an aloof expression,

at all." He told Edward Stephens,

smile, reaching

still a mommy’s little

all the way to pick you up, but you ran off with

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