Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 677: This guy is so annoying.

"Your damn wrinkles are showing!"

"I’m still young!"

Daisy Ginger slapped his hand away. "Scram."

The man chuckled lightly, ignored her, turned around, and went to sit on the sofa eating strawberries.

Daisy took a deep breath and glanced around the room’s furnishings.

A very ordinary apartment building, not to mention comparing it with the Stephens family’s villas; it couldn’t even compare to the villa she currently lived in.

Was he crazy, coming out here to live a hard life?

Daisy slapped a bank card in front of him and said coldly, "The password is..."

Edward Stephens picked up the bank card and, right in front of her, snapped it in two with a "crack."

Daisy didn’t finish her sentence, and the words got stuck in her throat.

This guy’s so annoying!

She pressed her lips together, a little annoyed, but didn’t want to argue with him. She stood next to the man, turned her head, and looked out the window.

In this remote little town, there were hardly any people on the roads, and they all seemed dusty and gray.

Looking at his current state reminded Daisy of when she fled from Banyan City to a small town to hide away.

Only she was completely broken back then; what could be troubling Edward Stephens now?

She took a small breath, slowly turned her head to look at the man, and found him looking at her as well.

When their eyes met, he smiled slightly. Unperturbed, he said, "Irene’s cooking is quite good. Would you like to stay and try it?"

"I’ll be leaving soon," Daisy said coldly. "I won’t touch your money. Are you sure you don’t want it now?"

The man picked up a strawberry and held it in his hand. "If you don’t want it, you can throw it away."

"Stop joking around."

She frowned, lowering her head to look at the man leisurely eating strawberries on the sofa.

"Ryan Smith is working his head off. What are you doing here? Aren’t you free already?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The man smiled slightly, looking at her. "I’m indeed free from all matters now."

Daisy knew there was more to his words but didn’t press on, and he just withdrew his gaze calmly, without saying another word.

Having flown all the way, taking cars, hurrying along the way without overcoming the jet lag made her quite tired.

She went over to sit on the leather sofa opposite him, speaking softly, "What exactly do you want?"

Possibly due to the fatigue in her voice, her spirit seemed to diminish, appearing somewhat helpless.

The man looked at her face, his lips moved slightly, as Irene came out from the kitchen and gestured to him.

He withdrew his gaze and said to Daisy, "The meal is ready."

Daisy lifted her head to look at the girl standing not far away. She seemed older than Daisy expected, just in her early twenties, very pretty but had such a pure expression that she thought she was just fifteen or sixteen.

As if guessing her confusion, Edward said softly, "She’s mute, can’t speak, and has a mild intellectual disability, but daily communication isn’t a problem."

"Oh..." Daisy stood up with her head down. Having not rested or eaten for so long, she had a bit of low blood sugar, and her body swayed slightly.

A hand gently supported her back, and his gentle voice sounded in her ear, "Careful."

Daisy glanced at him, and he had already very gentlemanly withdrawn his hand and walked toward the dining area.

Daisy looked at him.

The man stood tall, though still thin from recovering from a serious illness. His features had softened considerably, and when talking to Irene, there was always a faint smile on his face.