Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Edward, I really like you

Daisy Ginger went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After bathing, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe, took out her laptop, and started handling about a dozen contracts sent from the company.

She was so absorbed that she didn’t hear someone knocking at the door.

Until a pack of medicine was thrown onto her laptop from behind.

Daisy was startled, instinctively looked up, and saw a man with one hand in his pocket, looking at her impatiently.

She stood up and called out to him: "Edward..."

Maybe she hadn’t fully recovered from the fever, her voice sounded hoarse, soft, with a bit of nasal tone, making her sound a little aggrieved.

Edward Stephens paused mid-turn, glanced back at her.

Daisy’s hair was still damp, thick and messy, hanging wetly down her back, wrapped in a loose black bathrobe, exposing her slender neck, which appeared youthful and innocent.

Her eyes, which had been feverish, carried a moist glow, not as sharp and clear as usual, appearing a bit misty, shrouded in a layer of fog.

Edward’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he calmly withdrew his gaze, responding faintly: "Mm."

Daisy pursed her lips, reached out aggrievedly, and hooked onto one of his little fingers, giving it a shake.

"Please don’t be mad at me, okay?"

Edward: "I’m not mad."

"Then don’t ignore me."

Edward lowered his eyes, glancing at the hand she was holding.

Maybe it’s because the fever hadn’t subsided, but Daisy’s palm was warmer than his by quite a bit, bringing over a peculiar warmth.

Edward shook off her hand, coldly said: "I’m not."

Daisy knew she was indeed wrong, dared not speak out, pursed her lips, and hugged him lightly.

"I’ll start eating well and take care of myself... Won’t make Auntie worry anymore."

Edward: "I’m leaving."

Daisy let go, took a step back, looked at his plain, indifferent expression, and murmured disappointedly: "Oh."

Edward walked to the door, glanced at her, and said: "My mom asked me to drive you to work for the next few days, so don’t mess it up for me."

Daisy was taken aback, her misty eyes lit up in an instant, looking at him with surprise.

Edward withdrew his gaze, turned around and left, Daisy couldn’t help but run over, grabbed his hand, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

Her voice was husky yet carried a touch of tender affection, "Edward, I really like you."

Edward momentarily paused, lowered his eyes, and looked at the radiant and charming face in front of him. Possibly because she had just bathed, the moisture hadn’t dissipated from her body, her cheeks faintly flushed, looking vibrant and bright, making the surrounding air lively and vivid due to her glowing presence.

More charming than flowers.

Edward responded reservedly and gently: "Mm."

Daisy could barely contain her joy, couldn’t help but kiss him again, wishing she could melt herself completely into him.

She liked him so much that even a tiny bit of consent elated her to no end. noveldrama

Humiliated yet passionate, she waited eight years for this love.

The man calmly patted her shoulder, saying, "Go to sleep."

Daisy obediently let go, nodded, "You should also sleep early."

Edward glanced at her damp long hair, his brow furrowed slightly, but eventually, he said nothing, leaned over, and left the doorway.

Daisy stood her ground, watching the man’s back until he disappeared from sight, then contently withdrew her gaze. She returned to her room, sat on the bed, couldn’t help but hug the quilt and roll around a few times.

Edward is taking her to work tomorrow.

Being sick is great, it even comes with such privileges.