Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 65: Picking Her Up After Work

Ryan Smith’s face was dark, his expression twisted, "Edward Stephens, what kind of nonsense are you looking at every day here!"

Even planting one of these, talking as if his kidneys were like reforestation.

Edward Stephens took a drag on his cigarette, calmly saying, "It’s just the news being pushed to my phone, that’s all."

I don’t believe you! Ryan Smith gave him a massive eye roll.

Edward Stephens patted his friend’s shoulder and waved him off, "I’m off."

"Edward."

Ryan Smith called him once.

Edward Stephens paused slightly.

"I’m on your side."

...

Edward Stephens didn’t turn back, only responded faintly, "Okay." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He didn’t say anything more, stepping out.

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Near the end of the workday, Daisy Ginger received a call from the front desk, stating that a Mr. Stephens was downstairs looking for her.

Mr. Stephens, which Mr. Stephens?

Daisy Ginger bit the pen, feeling that Mr. Stephens might be here to confront her.

Leaving the hospital early was certainly inappropriate.

She thought about directly apologizing to Mr. Stephens later, wondering if she’d receive any forgiveness.

Daisy Ginger finished reading through the final contract and handed it to her secretary, then told them, "Cancel the conference call in ten minutes, I’m leaving work."

She eagerly ran downstairs, and sure enough, Edward Stephens was leaning against his black Bentley at the door, smoking.

He stood tall and straight, lazily leaning there, attracting the attention of the men and women passing by.

Daisy Ginger ran over, hugged the man’s neck, tiptoed up to look at him, and smiled with squinted eyes, "Here to pick me up from work?"

The man stubbed out his cigarette, his brow furrowing slightly, "Let go."

"Oh." Daisy Ginger released him, watching Edward Stephens get into the driver’s seat. She opened the passenger side and sat next to him, glancing at the mild expression on his face, not understanding why he came here today.

Surely he wasn’t really here just to pick her up from work?

She wouldn’t be so self-indulgent.

Daisy Ginger found something cheerful to share with him.

"Edward, you know what? Yesterday I accidentally ended up in the hospital and couldn’t seal the long-discussed contract. But today a big Swiss company contacted me to sign a six-month contract. They’re investing 1.5 billion. Just makes up for yesterday. Isn’t that lucky?"

Edward Stephens looked ahead, his expression unchanged, responding with just a cold "Oh."

Seemingly uninterested.

Daisy Ginger felt a bit disappointed.

She pouted a little, hugging her legs, staying silent.

But secretly tilted her head, watching the man’s profile.

She looked at him for a while, and her spirits lifted again.

Just thinking about Edward Stephens returning after eight years and sitting beside her was enough to make her heart soar; no one else in the world could make her feel this happy.

Halfway through, Lady Stephens called, asking if Edward Stephens had come to pick her up for home.

So it was Lady Stephens who arranged it...

Daisy Ginger sighed lightly and replied, "I’m sitting in Edward’s car now; we’re already halfway."

"Good, good." Over there, Lady Stephens spoke softly, "Today’s chef made some restorative soup for you, to nourish you a bit."

Daisy Ginger said warmly, "Thank you, Auntie."

Lady Stephens responded with a smile and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at the Stephens’ home.

Daisy Ginger leaned over, kissed the man on the cheek, and said sweetly, "Edward, thank you for picking me up from work."

Edward Stephens parked the car, glanced at her, and spoke coldly, "Leaving the hospital early, hmm?"