Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 206: Chapter 206 Her Heart Is III.

Another nightmare.

Daisy Ginger woke from the darkness, drenched in cold sweat.

She was panting, lying on the bed, her bewildered eyes wide open, unable to tell where she was for a moment.

As her mind slowly cleared, Daisy slightly turned her head to look at Edward Stephens sleeping beside her.

Her vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, with the cold moonlight shining through the window, casting a

faint indigo glow indoors.

The man’s sleeping face looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling gently, his breath caressing her face with a

hint of otherworldly tranquility.

Edward Stephens...

She closed her eyes, feeling unable to bear it, lifted the covers, and stepped barefoot onto the floor, grabbing

her crutch, quietly making her way out the door.

She went downstairs, poured a glass of ice water from the fridge, then groped her way to the sofa, sitting there,

drinking the cold water sip by sip.

The night was deep, silence enveloping all, and Daisy could feel her voice shattering into pieces.

She never thought she could be this fragile. So fragile that one night could shatter her entirely.

She opened the medicine bottle, and poured out painkillers, swallowing them with the cold water.

She loves Edward Stephens, this pain is no longer mental; it's physical agony.

Daisy leaned back on the sofa, rested for a while, then took out her phone and opened WeChat.

"Had another nightmare. Still the sone. Woke up and saw him, my chest hurts. The painkillers you gave me

aren't working well; getanother brand next time."

She felt the phone vibrate a few times with her eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, the other person wasn’t asleep either. Daisy picked up the phone, glanced at the WeChat reply.

"You need to be hospitalized. Or, explain it clearly to him."

Daisy: "No."

"I can’t help you this way."

The other party seemed to be getting angry at her as well.

"Psychological issues affect your physical health, if you don’t explain it clearly to him, your heart will have

problems sooner or later."

Daisy responded: "No."

She exhaled slowly, tossed the phone aside, and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from under the sofa cushion.

In the quiet living room, the faint sound of a match being lit echoed momentarily.

Daisy leaned back on the sofa, exhaling a slow puff of smoke, her gaze drifting unfocused into the void.

She would get better.

She had endured for eight years.

What else was there that couldn't be endured?

At the staircase, a tall silhouette stood silently in the shadows, watching her sit alone on the sofa, puffing at the

cigarette.

The man’s eyes were dark as he glanced at the phone on Daisy's lap momentarily, then slowly turned around

and left.

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The next day.

Edward Stephens brought out two plates of sandwiches from the kitchen, placing one in front of Daisy.

The house chef hadn't returned yet, so today they had to make do with his homemade sandwiches.

Sipping a bit of coffee, Daisy said to the man sitting opposite her: "I have to work late tonight, you don’t need to

pickup."

The man put down his phone, glanced at her, propping his face in his hand, watching her.

Daisy was under his intense gaze for a while, then couldn’t bear it anymore and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do | feel like ever since you cback, you haven't been fond of me?"

"..." Daisy blinked, calmly picking up her coffee, "You know I've always been busy with work."

Edward Stephens neither affirmed nor denied, "Is that so."

"I'll adjust my work schedule as soon as possible," Daisy said, "You know | love you the most, | couldn't bear to

neglect you."

Edward played with the coffee cup in his hand, his long eyelashes falling, covering his eyes slightly, his tone just

faint. "Is that so."

"Then can you tell me, who were you chatting with on WeChat alone downstairs last night?"

Daisy hesitated slightly, a trace of surprise appearing on her face.

Looking at Edward Stephens, she momentarily didn’t know how to respond.

Edward’s demeanor was surprisingly calm, he sipped his coffee: "I don’t forbid you from interacting with others,

even though we are married. | respect that we each have our personal space."

Daisy opened her mouth, looking at Edward's calm yet distant expression.

He slowly put down the coffee cup, leaned back, resting against the dining chair.

Looking up at her.

"When | married you, | didn’t plan on it being long-term, but after everything, I've wanted to be with you

properly."

The large dining room fell silent for a fleeting moment, Daisy gazing into Edward's eyes.

"Edward." Daisy said softly, "I have no such interactions."

"Givethat person’s WeChat ID from last night."

Daisy slowly lowered her head.

She took a gentle breath: "...He’s not what you think."

"No?" Edward interrupted her, "What's so secretive in your chat with him that you can’t show me?"

"..." Daisy closed her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse, "There's nothing secretive."

"Givea few more days, I'll handle it," Daisy said softly, looking at Edward, her tone almost pleading,

"Edward, believe me..."

Edward Stephens stood up from across her; he was angry, his delicate beautiful face covered in a layer of frost.

Coldly looking at her, fire in his eyes: "Daisy, are you dodgingbecause you want a divorce?"

Daisy shivered all over, instinctively shaking her head, her face pale: "I don’t."

"Who is that man that’s worth sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to chat with?"

"..." Daisy's lips moved, her gaze fixed on Edward's face, but she didn’t say a word. Her hand gripping the coffee

cup tightly, the knuckles whitening.

"Answer me."

"It's not what you think." She looked at him, "Givea few more days, I'll explain."

"What if | want to know now?"

"..." Daisy was slightly exhausted looking at him, "I have no way, Edward."

Edward let out a cold laugh, kicking away his chair, heading for the door.

He was already angry, walked quickly, Daisy rose from her chair, wanting to stop him but hesitating to withdraw

her hand.

Seeing she didn’t cover, Edward was even more furious, pushing the door open, leaving without turning

back.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut, outside cthe sound of the Bentley's engine.

Daisy stood there, unable to move, listening to the sound of Edward leaving, her face pale.

People inherently avoid harm and seek benefit, she just stood there. Her mind logically knew she should stop

him, apologize, make him happy, but her body wouldn't move.

The place over her heart felt like it had been slashed, the pain endless.

It hurt so much, she didn’t dare to lift her hand to stop him.

Slowly, she crouched down where she stood, hugging her knees tightly, burying her face in her arms.

She didn’t know how to explain to Edward, didn’t know if Edward would forgive her.

Her heart was sick.

Her illness was rooted in him.

Yet Edward Stephens was the one person she would rather die than give up.

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