Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Related to You

Daisy Ginger finished her shower and cout, deliberately wearing a long-sleeved nightgown to cover the

bruises on her shoulders from lan Linton’s grip.

There wasn’t any special reason, just simply not wanting Edward Stephens to see them.

Anyway, she would handle the matter with lan Linton herself.

Edward Stephens was leaning against the bedhead with his eyes closed, relaxing, until the bed dipped slightly as

Daisy climbed up.

He turned to the side and opened his eyes to look at Daisy.

Her hair was already dry, emitting a faint fragrance of shower gel, it lay fluffy and loose over her shoulders, the

air filled with a light scent of roses.

Daisy leaned against the bedhead, applying a face mask, and noticed Edward's gaze, casting him a glance.

The man looked at her quietly, with seemingly no special emotion in his eyes, but just being gazed at by his

deep ink-like eyes felt very affectionate.

It's almost cheating.

Daisy felt her heart stir slightly under his gaze, and pouted, "Why are you looking at me?"

"..." Edward closed his eyes.

Daisy got upset, reached out, and tugged at his eyelids, "Open them for me!"

Edward sighed softly, looked at her, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Am | pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Am | prettier than Emily Ginger?"

"es."

Daisy raised her chin a bit, feeling a little smug, and finally let him go.

She removed the face mask, turned off the light, got under the covers, hugged his waist, and snuggled into his

embrace, "Let's sleep."

The heat from her body transferred to his skin, and the faint rose scent surrounded his nostrils. Edward opened

his eyes, leaning against the pillow, inhaling Daisy’s scent quietly, letting out a silent, light sigh.

Such a delicately nurtured, thorny rose, held in his hand, he didn’t quite know how to handle her.

He had lived freely for so many years, getting whatever he wanted, this lifetof his had never compromised

for anyone except Robert Stephens; being forced to break up with Emily and marry Daisy was already his life's

biggest humiliation, if he still had to...

Edward couldn't help it and sighed audibly.

With her eyes closed, Daisy ordered dominantly in his arms, "Don’t disturb my sleep."

Edward, annoyed, couldn't hold back and bit her ear.

In the darkness, Daisy let out an "ah," followed by a low groan from Edward.

*

The next day, Lady Stephens found a bruise on her son’s chin.

She opened her eyes wide like she discovered a new continent, "Did you walk into a wall on your night walk,

dear?"

Edward watched as Daisy walked past him without even glancing his way, and said faintly, "Bumped into

someone."

Can that even happen?

Lady Stephens compassionately cover to squeeze it, "Be careful next time, this bump is quite severe."

It was indeed severe, nearly knocking him out.

Edward: "Don’t worry, it's usually hard to bump into me."

Daisy sat in the dining room, listening to their conversation, and rolled her eyes.

She hadn't even accused Edward of biting her last night, and now he was the one complaining first.

She was sleeping soundly when Edward struck first.

*

The next day after work, lan Linton called to apologize, saying he got drunk last night and spoke nonsense,

asking her not to take it to heart, and invited her over for dinner.

Daisy accepted his apology but declined the invitation.

The Gingers had business dealings with the Linton Clan, and Daisy didn’t want to make the future of the two

companies awkward, especially since lan was going to inherit the company someday.

Besides, she distinctly remembered that when he spoke to her that day, he didn’t have much alcohol smell at all.

still, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Among adults, friendship cafter interests, he claimed he

was drunk, so she took it as drunken slip-ups, keeping up appearances was enough.

Future interactions with lan could only becmore distant.

She had high hopes for this junior, but she vaguely sensed that lan’s true nature might differ from how he

appeared when they first met.

With someone like that, purely business interactions were more appropriate.

In the following days, lan called several times to invite her to dinner for compensation, but she refused them,

and later, he stopped calling.

Daisy didn’t dwell on the matter any longer.

As for Emily Ginger, Daisy learned that Abigail Perry had annual arrangements to stay in the hospital. After

treatment, Emily’s emotions gradually stabilized, no longer impulsively trying to jump off buildings and commit

suicide.

However, she still couldn't recognize people.

She used to despise and look down on her sister, but seeing her turn from a healthy individual to this deranged

state, Daisy couldn't continue to harbor resentment, and secretly helped by contacting internationally renowned

psychiatrists under the guise of academic exchanges for consultations.

Yet, even they couldn't diagnose conclusively, only saying it was severe trauma and mental suppression leading

to psychosis.

As things stood, Daisy had no solution but to accept the fact that Emily had turned insane.

*

In the evening, Edward drove to pick Daisy up from work, stopping at the florist to buy a bouquet of red roses.

There wasn’t any special intention, just seeing the roses blooming beautifully, reminded him of a woman who

suited roses perfectly, so he bought them.

As he left the florist, Ryan Smith called, he glanced at the caller ID, raised an eyebrow, and answered.

"Edward, I've landed," Ryan's side was noisy, likely at the airport, "there's progress on the investigation you

askedto look into a few days ago, do you have time?"

Edward paused in opening the car door, knowing Ryan for years, he detected a certain emotion in Ryan's voice,

furrowing his brow slightly, and asked in a low voice, "...Is it related to her?"

Ryan paused, then replied hoarsely, "It's related to you."

*

At the Royal Residence.

A half-pitcher of iced water on the crystal coffee table had been drunk.

On the sofa, Edward's face showed a brooding silence.

Ryan looked at his expression, ruffled his short hair dyed orange as well, and drank the iced water quietly with

him.

"This matter, you didn’t actually need to askto investigate..." Ryan started, somewhat at a loss, "Back then,

it caused quite a storm throughout Banyan City, everyone knew."

"Did my mom know too?"

"...Auntie has lived in Banyan City for so long, how could she not..."

Ryan didn’t continue speaking.

Rather than saying Lady Stephens was aware, it was more accurate to say that everything now was all

orchestrated by Lady Stephens herself.

The more Ryan thought, the more conflicted he felt, messing his neat short hair into a bird's nest.

In his life, he'd never encountered such a perplexing matter!

Edward closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and said nothing more.

He was so clever, just a few hints, and he could piece together the causes and effects.

Only, he really hadn't expected...

He turned his head and looked at the bouquet of red roses on the coffee table that he had bought for Daisy.