Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: A Girl's Mouth, Full of Lies

Lady Stephens pinched Daisy's shoulder, speaking mournfully, "Daisy, you haven't cby for so many days,

and you didn’t even call to chat with Auntie. Auntie has been waiting for your call every day at home."

Her tone was as pitiful as the wife abandoned by a scoundrel.

Daisy chuckled endlessly, "I've been pretty busy with work lately..."

"Being busy doesn’t mean you can’t call Auntie!"

Daisy could only obediently admit she was at fault, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Lady Stephens was satisfied this time, cover to sit beside Daisy, held one of her hands in her palm, and

placed it on her own lap, gently patting the back of her hand, "Daisy has been married here for so long, and |

seem to not have given anything worthwhile so far. Just recently, I've been tidying up the house and found a jade

bracelet. | think the size is just right."

Saying this, Daisy then felt something cool being slipped onto her right hand.

She lowered her head, glanced at the jade bracelet, and was startled, instinctively pressing Lady Stephens’

hand, "Auntie, | can’t accept it! This... is too valuable!"

The bracelet on her right wrist was bright green all over, with vivid colors, crystal-clear. Even if one is not an

expert, they can see at a glance that this bracelet is meant to be a family heirloom.

Jade is priceless, a pendant with good water will easily reach a million, and Lady Stephens’ gift probably exceeds

tens of millions.

She couldn't possibly just accept such an expensive gift, stubbornly refusing to take it.

Lady Stephens looked at her gloomily, saying, "Daisy thinks Auntie’s gift is too old-fashioned? | know you young

people don’t fancy these old antiques..."

Daisy got goosebumps from her gloomy tone, "Auntie, no need, I'll remember to cvisit you often in the

future.”

Lady Stephens: "You girls lie so much with your sweet talk, walking out the door and forgetting everything!"

Daisy: "..." Has Lady Stephens been learning how to banter these days?

Not far away, Edward Stephens cin munching an apple from the courtyard; he had just returned from a

night run, his black hair damp with sweat, slicked back revealing a prominent forehead and perfect silhouette.

Seeing Lady Stephens and Daisy in a deadlock on the sofa, he glanced at them, his gaze momentarily sweeping

over the emerald bracelet on Daisy’s wrist, then swiftly retracted.

Daisy was still not on great terms with him, but seeing him glance at her once then ignore, looking like he was

about to shower upstairs, couldn't help but call out, "Edward Stephens, manage your mom!"

Edward Stephens paused halfway up the stairs, eating half his apple, lazily leaning on the railing he glanced at

her, looking somewhat nonchalant, "If she gives it to you, just keep it."

Daisy, hearing him say that, furrowed her brow a bit displeased, whereas Lady Stephens was very satisfied,

giving Edward Stephens a glance to scram, then patted Daisy’s hand, smiling brightly, "The bracelet suits Daisy

beautifully. | have a few sets of earrings and necklaces back at the old house, I'll have them sent over together."

Daisy looked at her helplessly, "Auntie, | really can’t accept any more."

"Anyway, we're family, Auntie’s things are Daisy's, is there really a reason not to accept?"

She spoke innocently and adorably, while Daisy felt a mix of emotions listening.

Her fingers brushed the smooth bracelet, gazing at Lady Stephens’ gentle smiling eyes, she sighed lightly,

extending her arms to embrace Lady Stephens’ petite frame.

"Auntie... sorry, | haven't visited you for too long."

Lady Stephens patted her back, her tone gentle, "Daisy, remember to cand accompany Auntie; Auntie will

be delighted." She raised her hand, stroking Daisy's face tenderly, worriedly saying, "It's been a month without

visiting; Daisy's gotten thinner. Haven't you been eating well again?"

Daisy nestled against her palm, her gaze softening, saying softly, "It's just been busy with work lately..."

Having accompanied Lady Stephens chatting until nine-thirty, Daisy finally used the excuse of needing to work

tomorrow to escape.

The Stephens family maid saw her going upstairs, being very attentive, following behind her saying, "Miss

Ginger, your pajamas and tomorrow's clothes have been delivered to the bedroom. If you need anything, we'll

prepare it for you immediately."

—The household status, clear at a glance.

Daisy fingered the jade around her wrist, somewhat preoccupied, halted at the maid’s words, looking up at them,

"Hmm? Which bedroom was it delivered to?"

"Of course, the young master’s bedroom!"

"No." Daisy said, "lI won't sleep there. Please prepare another guest room for me, I'll sleep elsewhere."

"Err..." The maids, flattering misjudged, looked at each other wordlessly.

Suddenly the nearby bedroom door opened, Edward Stephens appeared at the doorway drenched, wearing a

bathrobe, standing tall, with short hair dripping wet, glimmering droplets trailing down his long neck

disappearing below.

Seeing people at the door, he squinted, asked: "What are you doing?"

“Erp.

The maids dared not say Daisy wanted separate rooms, stammered incoherently, not daring to meet Edward

Stephens’ gaze.

Edward Stephens furrowed his brow, wondering what shenanigans his family was up to, when Daisy quietly

stomped the floor, raising her voice lightly, "Hurry up!"

At her command, they relievedly rushed away.

Once they were gone, Daisy turned away, lowered her head, removing the bracelet, handing it to Edward

Stephens.

She didn’t look at him, said blandly, "I appreciate your mom's kindness, but this bracelet is too valuable, | can’t

accept it."

Edward Stephens glanced at her, said calmly, "This is passed from our family to the daughter-in-law. Since she

gave it to you, you should keep it."

She was right, it truly is a family heirloom, even more reason not to accept.

Daisy said, "Its significance is too profound, I'm afraid I'll break it, you return it to her."

Edward Stephens eyed her, asked, "Are you afraid of breaking it, or just don’t want it?"

Daisy slowly raised her head, met the deep browed gaze of the man before her, only glanced at him briefly then

retracted her gaze.

She took back her hand, said "Oh," blandly, "Then I'll keep it for you."

After that, she pursed her lips briefly, seeming to find it dull, said no more, walked ahead slowly.

Edward Stephens stood there, watching Daisy's figure disappear around the corner, re-entered his bedroom,

seeing laid beside his sleepwear was a set of ladies’ silk pajamas, took it up, slightly furrowed his brow.

On a silent night, Daisy had just finished bathing, she opened her laptop, leaning at the bedside began handling

accumulated files; not far away in the adjacent room, a lighter "click" lit a flame, fire licking at a cigarette,

Edward Stephens leaned on the windowsill, calmly gazing at the night sky, quietly smoking an entire cigarette

alone.