Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 394 - 421 Indispensable Her

The noisy night had a gentle breeze, a bright moon, and the man’s soft, deep whispers.

It was as if the most mundane yet beautiful moments of life were presented before them, making it hard to disrupt such an atmosphere.

She knew that if she didn’t think or care about anything, by reaching out to grasp the man’s hand extending towards her, she could be very happy.

But she couldn’t help it; she couldn’t help but want to ask—Edward Stephens, do you really know that the mastermind behind my mother’s death was Robert Stephens?

You know everything, how can you say nothing...

This man could bare his heart for her but could also hide the deepest secrets. If he wished, he could keep those secrets for a lifetime.

He was innocent, yet seemed not so innocent. She couldn’t place her hatred on him, yet couldn’t fully trust him either.

Perhaps, in the end, they were simply not suitable for each other.

With this thought, her heart hardened gradually. The smooth little stone rolling in her chest once again armed itself with edges, and each slight prick was a reminder—do not succumb.

Daisy Ginger, do not succumb, do not be confused, do not fall in love with him.

You are not suitable, you shouldn’t, you cannot.

...

"I’m a bit tired," she yawned, slightly tilted her head to face the window, pretending to be asleep, "I’ll take a nap first; wake me when we arrive so you can drive."

The man retracted his hand, remained silent for a moment, and watched Daisy’s profile through the rear-view mirror, his dark eyes deep, gradually stepping on the accelerator.

Don’t rush, it’s already quite good. Take it slow, like taming a mischievous cat, requiring enough patience.

He’s no worse than that person; there’s no reason he can’t have what that person could get.

At the very least, that person is dead, and he is still alive. The living have long won over the dead.

The carriage fell silent. On the way back, they tacitly didn’t break this peace.

*

Daisy Ginger initially just intended to rest with her eyes closed for a while.

Unexpectedly, with the swaying of the carriage, she really fell asleep.

She was gently carried out of the car, up the stairs, and placed on a bed.

The man stood by the bedside, watching her curl up and sleep so carefree, unable to resist bending down to nibble her nose tip.

With such a flirtatious face, yet a heart of stone, no matter how he pampered and wooed her, she wouldn’t open up.

He never went to such lengths to win over a woman, employing both soft and hard tactics, managing just to slightly improve her attitude, yet she still wouldn’t give him a single promise.

As for what he likes about her, he couldn’t probably say, not even when he fell for her. What’s so good? Stubborn, disobedient, apart from her face, she seemed useless.

But after all, she was his first woman; they once reciprocated love, unable to forget the look in her eyes immersed in him, wanting to be gazed so deeply forever.

Even if that love was snatched by him.

But she loved him, too.

After experiencing such passionate and desperate deep emotion, there’s no turning back to ordinary love, casually finding a woman and having a normal relationship.

She raised his threshold for love, so no one else would do.