Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 679: Dog shit logic

Daisy Ginger shook her head, dismissing the thought, and sat up in bed.

Feeling hot, she wanted to take a shower.

...

Daisy went into the bathroom and took a cold shower. When she came out with a dry towel drying her hair, she saw someone sitting on the bed.

In his hand...

He was holding her panties.

When she went in, she had taken off her clothes first. Now, her underwear was on the bed and had been picked up and examined by someone!

Daisy’s face changed, and her voice rose in pitch: "Edward Stephens, what are you doing!"

She rushed over to snatch the item from his hand. The man leisurely stood up from the bed and took advantage of his height—half a head taller than her—and lifted her panties up high.

She’s going to kill this bastard!

Daisy’s pretty face flushed pink, and she shouted at him through gritted teeth: "Edward!"

Have you no shame?!

The man looked down at her, seemingly noticing that her embarrassment had caused her collarbones to redden. He wickedly curved his lips, "Daisy, isn’t your little boyfriend who’s seven or eight years younger able to satisfy you?"

"!!" He saw it!

Daisy’s mind went blank with a loud bang; she wasn’t exactly shy, but in his hands, she always seemed unable to match his shamelessness!

"Give it back!" she wanted to hit him out of shame.

The man nodded towards her, "You’ve exposed yourself."

Following his gaze, Daisy saw that her towel was slipping.

"You..." She covered her chest with her hands, "Edward Stephens, have you no shame!"

The man chuckled, examining her with interest: "Answer my question—didn’t you claim I was too old and found a younger guy? What, even the young guy couldn’t satisfy you, leaving you unfulfilled?"

"We’re all adults. What’s wrong with having needs?" Daisy steadied herself and retorted sarcastically, "Don’t you have them too?"

The man withdrew his gaze coldly, snorted without speaking.

Daisy, seeing his silent admission, couldn’t quite sort out her feelings. Clearing her confused thoughts, she reached out towards him, "Give it back to me!"

Wearing nothing but a towel, she felt utterly insecure.

Edward lowered his gaze to meet hers for a moment, then slowly lowered his raised hand, but didn’t give her panties back. Instead, he suddenly pushed her onto the bed.

Daisy’s vision went dark as the man leaned over her. The cool scent of his hormones surged over her senses, and Daisy felt her breath catch. The heat suppressed by the cold water suddenly welled up.

Too hot...

She wasn’t good at dealing with physical needs, and at this moment, felt quite overwhelmed. Clenching her fingers slightly, she glared at the handsome face in front of her: "Edward Stephens, aren’t you done yet?!"

Casually, the man lifted a hand, pinched a damp strand of her hair, and gently sniffed it by his nose, speaking with a light tone, "Didn’t you just say? It’s normal for adults to have needs. It’s just that, I haven’t dealt with mine in a while, and you need it too, so how about we make do with each other?"

What kind of bullshit logic is this?

Who wants to make do with him?

Daisy angrily refused, "Get away from me!"

The man smiled at her fierce yet timid demeanor, his fingers caressing her burning face, and chuckled with interest: "You clearly need it too. Look how hot you are now? Don’t tell me you’re running a fever."