Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 659: Regret

In the blink of an eye, Daisy Ginger had been in Chicago for a month.

Edward Stephens’ attending doctor, under Edward’s persistent persuasion, agreed that he could stay home for a week during the month.

On that day, Edward called Ryan Smith over to take him out of the hospital.

He even took him straight to where Daisy was staying.

When Daisy came out of the restaurant after dinner and saw the man watching TV on the sofa, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Ryan, drenched in sweat, saw Daisy come out and clapped his hands, saying to her, "I’m leaving him here for you. He’ll stay here for a week, and if anything comes up, call the old professor. He’ll drive over to check on him."

With that, he was ready to leave.

"Stop."

Daisy said coldly.

Ryan shivered all over, glanced at Edward sitting upright on the sofa, then looked at Daisy.

The woman’s delicate face showed no expression. She just walked over, looked Edward up and down, then furrowed her brows, "Is he allowed to be discharged?"

"Oh..." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. "The professor said his vital signs have stabilized, so going home isn’t a problem."

The woman raised her slender eyebrows, her tone slightly unhappy, "So why are you leaving him with me?"

"Ahem."

Edward, who hadn’t spoken all this time, coughed lightly.

Saying such things in front of the person involved, isn’t that a bit too cruel?

Daisy turned away, giving him a cool, sideways glance.

Edward said to Ryan, "You can go back now."

"Then I’ll be off!"

Ryan didn’t want to stay there as a third wheel either, so he made a quick exit from the hall.

Daisy watched his retreating figure, then turned her half-smiling gaze to Edward.

The man sat on the brown sofa, slender and thin, wearing a white shirt that revealed his pale collarbones.

He looked weak and helpless.

Seeing her gaze, he immediately raised his head, meeting her eyes with deep, calm focus.

Daisy withdrew her gaze without any expression, turned, and went upstairs, knocking on Erin Ginger’s door.

"Erin, your dad is back."

Erin was mixing paints and, hearing Daisy’s voice, immediately opened the door, sticking his small head out.

Daisy said, "He’s downstairs now."

Erin put down his paintbrush and immediately ran downstairs.

Daisy watched his back, sighed helplessly.

Back downstairs, little Erin was already sitting on Edward’s lap, father and son cuddling together watching TV.

They looked remarkably alike, clearly father and son, and Daisy recalled how Edward had once told her to have a child for him to raise...

If his status hadn’t been so special, if he were just an ordinary man, perhaps they would have been much happier than they were now?

But that was only an "if."

Daisy glanced at them a few times, didn’t go over, and went back upstairs to rest.

At night. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Daisy lay in bed, glaring at the man who pushed the door open, watching him shamelessly attempt to crawl into her bed.

She kicked him: "Get lost."

Letting him stay with her considering he was a patient was already a concession, but now he was pushing his luck, even wanting to get into her bed.

Dream on!

Perhaps wary of his fragile-looking frame, Daisy’s kick didn’t carry much force and was easily caught by the man, her ankle wrapped in his palm.

The man’s fingers were warm and cool, with smooth skin; the calluses from writing and shooting had faded during his hospital stay. His fingers brushed her sole, making Daisy itch and want to pull back, but he held her foot just tight enough.

"Let go."

She glared at him.

"No."

The man seemed to smile a bit.

Daisy glared at him, a bit unhappy, and the way one foot was held by him was very undignified. She wore a nightgown, and everything under the skirt was exposed to him!

She had no relationship with him now, no reason to let him see for free!

"Edward!"

She called his name gloomily, hinting for him to be sensible.

The man slightly pressed his lips together, restraining a bit of his smile, staring at her, then lowered his head, softly kissing her toes.

"!!"

Daisy curled her toes from the ticklish sensation, instinctively pulled her leg back, and the man, following her momentum, didn’t dodge, landing on her.

His arms propped on either side of her, he looked down, gazing softly at her face.

Daisy’s fair face blushed, like freshly fallen snow on red plums, unclear if it was out of anger or shame. Her soft chest rose and fell, and with each breath, she smelled the faint cold scent on the man.

He carried the bitter scent of medication, which completely disarmed her from being violent to him.

He looked so delicate now, as though a single kick could break his bones.

"You’re that sick, yet still thinking of that kind of thing?"

She was quite resigned.

The man laughed at her words, kissed her face, and slowly gathered her into his arms.

"Just let me hold you for a bit, and I’m content."

"Only for one minute." Daisy said indifferently.

"..." Edward didn’t respond, only tightened his arms, enclosing her slender frame within his embrace.

He had so much he wanted to say to her, yet with her in his arms, he found it unspeakable.

Miss you, every day, every minute, every second, I’m thinking of you.

Thinking of you, thinking of Erin, wondering if there will be a chance to meet again in this lifetime.

Wondering what will happen if I fail, if I die from this illness, fearing never seeing you again.

Wanting to drop everything and come find you.

Three years, she was just within his sight, yet they couldn’t meet, couldn’t slack, every second was torment.

He never feared death before, but now feared it most, feared that if he wasn’t around, someone would come to bully her again.

"Daisy."

"..."

"I truly like you."

Daisy kept her eyes closed, listening to Edward’s heartbeat behind her, without responding.

She felt Edward give her neck a gentle kiss, then fell silent, holding her without another word.

She opened her eyes, slowly exhaled, and looked up at the cold moon outside the window.

Lack of security is a terribly frightening thing.

Four years ago, she and Edward hadn’t solidified their relationship; Robert Stephens was blocking in front, while behind, she had the betting agreement with James Shelton. Even when she was with him, it felt solid; their hugs, real.

But now, regardless of how many times he said he liked her or explained his reasons, she still felt empty.

Empty, light, like she could step into nothing with the next step.

Their relationship had reached a point of a castle in the air. She still loved Edward, yet had no courage to spend her life with him.

Without the sense of security, no matter how close they were, it still felt draughty.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought Erin over, ending such a relationship like this was worse than ending it three years ago.

At least, back then, she didn’t feel regret.