Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: He is the boy she loved

Edward Stephens glanced at her indifferently, his gaze on her as if he were looking at sinsignificant speck of

dust.

He said to the nurse beside him, "Call security."

Then he ignored Abigail Perry’s loud cries, opened the door, and walked inside, locking the door behind him.

Abigail rushed forward, unable to stop Edward from closing the door, angrily pounding on it several times and

even cursing at him.

She was originally a village woman with little education, and now in her anger, she forgot all the manners taught

by her etiquette teacher, cursing in an ugly and crude way.

After a while, security cup and dragged the swearing Abigail away.

The noise at the door gradually faded, and the ward quieted down.

Daisy Ginger lay on the bed, a face mask on her face, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.

Edward walked over, sat beside her bed, and peeled the mask off her face. "Don’t sleep, keepcompany for a

while."

Daisy opened her eyes, looking at him expressionlessly. Once any trace of a smile disappeared from her face, it

turned cold and glamorous, the light in her eyes sharp enough to prick, making it daunting to look directly into

her eyes.

Edward looked at her, "Are you angry?"

"Not really." Daisy replied lightly, "You're not blamingfrom the start, so I'm used to it."

This was truly a sign of anger.

Edward sat down beside the bed, "What are you planning for lunch?"

Daisy knew he was changing the subject, snorted coldly, glanced at him, and burrowed under the blanket,

showing him the back of her head.

Edward sighed softly, and picked her up through the blanket. Daisy was wrapped up like a spring roll, her lips

pursed and head cold and exposed.

Seeing him look over, she turned her head impatiently, staring out the window.

Edward lowered his eyes, amused by Daisy's proud expression, reaching out to tuck the strands of hair behind

her ear, and then chuckled, "Still angry?"

"| thought | had already made up for my mistakes." He sighed deeply, "What do | have to do for you to forgive

me?"

Daisy pressed her lips, looking at the deep, dark eyes of the man, her voice hoarse, "You don’t likeanyway."

Edward laughed, "Goodness, | almost gave my life for you, isn’t that enough to show I like you?"

"..." Daisy bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and slowly buried her face in the man’s chest.

She said, "...Even so. If you like me, it must be only a little, not as much as | like you."

Edward coming to save her and getting stabbed by lan Linton had little to do with whether he loved her or not.

He might have started to like her a bit, but it was impossible for him to like her more than she liked him.

Even though it felt unfair, she couldn't help but accept that once upon a time, he liked her more.

She felt a slight pain in her heart again, closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of the man’s body against her

cheek. The warmth absorbed her.

Edward stroked her fluffy long hair and, hearing Daisy's words, smiled and responded casually, "Not necessarily."

After calming Daisy down, Edward only then ordered her lunch.

Knowing she loved seafood, Edward ordered a table full of it, peeling the shells for her while teasing, "You must

have been a shark in a past life."

Daisy rolled her eyes at him, "If | were a fish, I'd be a mermaid."

Edward didn’t expect her to answer like that, he was amused and couldn't stop laughing softly with his head

down.

Daisy felt a bit sulky, what was so funny? Wasn't she beautiful?

He's a clueless man.

*

Daisy stayed in the hospital, kept there by Edward for half a month forcefully.

With all the medication, her mental state improved significantly, and the nightmares decreased a lot.

The wounds scabbed over, eventually healing and falling off, leaving only faint pink scars. The doctor assured

her that her skin would self-repair, and she didn’t have to worry about scars.

Once she felt better, she caused a fuss about being discharged. Edward could only persuade her for so long, and

after a while, even he couldn't hold her back. They discussed it with the doctor and agreed to let her leave after

staying for twenty days.

Daisy’s psychologist, Nicholas Woods, even called to thank him, saying Daisy only listened to him, so he should

bring her by for a psychological test in a few days and put in a good word for him with her.

Edward could sense that the people around Daisy were a bit afraid of her, perhaps because of her high position,

leading her to suppress her emotions, or maybe she just naturally had a stern "keep out" vibe, thus she had no

particularly close friends over the years other than Ethan Pond and Zoe Hilker.

Even though Ethan and Zoe were good to her, Daisy was so used to independence that she wasn’t accustomed

to relying on others, which made it hard for those two to get to know her situation.

She's been by herself over the years, so much so that even Daisy reckoned she didn’t need rest, didn’t need to

rely on anyone, and could handle everything on her own.

And she indeed handled many things beautifully, without any flaws.

To the extent she forgot she was just a girl with divorced parents, whose family was ruined before she became

an adult, with a heart full of scars, now only twenty-four years old.

Only Edward existed in that little, fragile, and coy, pre-closure part of Daisy's heart when she was only sixteen.

To Daisy, Edward was the most special.

He hadn't had the chance to grow up with her, thus forever stuck eight years ago.

The one she could show vulnerability to, be coquettish with, feel wronged in front of, and act pitiful.

He was the boy she loved.

*

The day Daisy was discharged was sunny.

The winter sun wasn’t strong. She wore a beige woolen dress over a high-neck sweater; both shades were pale,

making her fair skin even more pronounced. She tied her hair in a ponytail, her fluffy long hair bouncing cheekily

behind her as she walked, making her entire being more vibrant and lively.

Edward took care of her discharge procedures, carrying the items the nurse had packed, walking with her from

the inpatient department towards the hospital parking area.

"My mom invited us to stay at htonight," Edward said casually. "Her tailor made you swinter clothes;

she wants you to cover and try them on."

Daisy was replying to company emails on her phone and didn’t turn her head upon hearing Edward’s words. "I

have to go back to work this afternoon, can you bring them over for me? My sizes are all there; they'll be close

enough."

Edward freed one hand, snatching the constantly tapping phone from Daisy's hand, his eyes narrowing

dangerously, "What did the doctor tell you? Forgot right after discharge? You stayed in the hospital for a few days

and now have a goldfish memory? Hm?"