Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 697: His choice

The man looked at her meaningfully, "Every time you say no, I always take it as a yes."

"......" Daisy Ginger glared at him fiercely, "It’s this kind of nonsense!"

Edward Stephens didn’t bring a change of clothes, so after taking a shower, he called room service and asked them to send his clothes for dry cleaning.

Daisy Ginger lay on the bed with a face mask on, glancing at him.

At this moment, he still had the bit of a young master’s cleanliness habit.

Having slept on the plane, after the two finished freshening up, neither could sleep. The man even lifted the quilt and climbed into bed, "Daisy, let’s do some sleep-aiding exercise."

Daisy Ginger’s waist was still sore and painful now, she almost kicked him off the bed, "Get lost."

The man sighed regretfully, leaning against the headboard, lost in thought.

He didn’t bring any books either.

Daisy Ginger glanced at him, seeing him bored and a bit pitiful, she asked, "You just came with me like this, what about Irene?"

Without Edward Stephens protecting her, that man in town would bully her, right?

A little mute, and so beautiful.

"I asked Ryan Smith to pick her up." The man turned slightly, his gaze resting on her face, "Do you think I’m that kind of irresponsible man?"

Daisy Ginger looked at his smug appearance, curling her lips, "You’re an idiot."

The good young master left to do laundry and cook in the countryside.

"If I weren’t a bit foolish, how would I calm your anger?" He rolled her hair with his hand, "I’m broke now, so you’ll have to take care of me. Otherwise, I’ll end up on the streets..."

He sounded pitiful, Daisy Ginger wanted to laugh yet felt touched.

For them, the greatest distance was the insecurity brought by status differences.

She couldn’t trust this relationship, not just because of his deception, but more so the fear that he could still deceive her again next time.

He was too far away from her, love couldn’t eliminate the gap in their identities, his superiority controlled her freedom.

That was something she couldn’t accept.

And now, no matter how the facts were, he was indeed showing her that—after this time, he wouldn’t deceive her again.

He’s using the way of stepping down from the pedestal to tell her this fact.

She indeed still couldn’t fully trust this man, but she indeed also couldn’t deny this feeling.

Daisy Ginger didn’t speak, just turned over, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, snuggling into his embrace.

She silently said in her heart, if you deceive me once more in the future, I will never forgive you again.

No matter what you do, I won’t forgive you.

Only trust you...

For the last time.

*

The next morning, Daisy Ginger got up very early.

She washed up and called Edward Stephens to get up, to go to the hotel’s buffet restaurant for breakfast.

The two ate a little something, Daisy Ginger called a car to make her way home.

Having not seen Erin Ginger for several days, Daisy Ginger missed the child a bit.

The man sat beside her, but he was calm.

She glanced at him a few times, seeing his indifferent demeanor, couldn’t help but say, "Little Erin really misses you."

She didn’t know why the little Erin liked him so much.

He didn’t seem to treat her better than she did to him.

Edward Stephens glanced at her, "Don’t I miss him?"

"Do you?"

"Who was it that wouldn’t let us father and son meet?"

"..."

Alright, it was her.

Edward Stephens pinched her nose, "You should reflect on this."

Daisy Ginger snorted coldly.

Reflect my ass.

When they got home, they found that Erin Ginger wasn’t there.

Daisy Ginger searched all over, and finally confirmed—Zoe Hilker had taken her son out overnight.

These past few days, could it be that Zoe Hilker took Erin to the bar to play every day?

Going to bars at such a young age seemed a bit too much.

Daisy Ginger made a call to Zoe Hilker.

It was broad daylight, and Zoe Hilker was clearly still asleep. When she received the call, her voice was sleepy, drowsy.

"Daisy, you’re back?... Little Erin? Little Erin is over at Ethan’s. Ethan has gone for a morning run, and I’d guess Little Erin is also jogging."

"..." Daisy Ginger clicked her tongue. Alright, she wrongly blamed Zoe Hilker.

"Please tell Little Erin that I’m at home now." Daisy Ginger said warmly, "Brought him a gift."

She glanced at the "human-sized gift pack" sitting on the sofa.

Little Erin would definitely be happy to see this "gift".

Edward Stephens was listening to her conversation with Zoe Hilker, and at the last sentence, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

After Daisy Ginger finished talking with Zoe Hilker, he pulled her over, "Since when did I become a gift?"

"Then what are you?" Daisy Ginger laughed. She tapped his nose, "Mr. Parasite?"

The man bit Daisy Ginger’s slender index finger lightly, "Yet I’m still your Mr. Parasite."

Hearing these words, Daisy Ginger couldn’t help but laugh.

After so many years, she still remembered when Robert Stephens wasn’t around, Edward Stephens once asked her to have a child with him, even suggesting the idea of "woman outside, man inside."

Even though she now understood he might have had ulterior motives, it seemed she also fulfilled his "wishes" back then.

She stroked his face, "Living together with me, is that really okay?"

Will the Stephens family really allow him to live with her in Banyan City?

"As long as you don’t chase me away."

Hearing his confident words, Daisy Ginger averted her gaze, softly saying, "No matter what happens in the future, you have to tell me. Otherwise, I won’t forgive you again."

The man, hearing this, said nothing, only affectionately kissing her on the face.

He spoke softly, "I know."

She had psychological issues.

Suspicious, sensitive, and fragile.

She suffered from severe psychological disorders.

Though it was cured, the seeds of doubt had been planted, and as long as there was any small issue, they would resurge.

Back when he decided to deceive her, he also hesitated whether to tell her.

In the end, he decided to push her away, to bear it by himself.

He’d rather she hated him to death than for her to die.

He couldn’t guarantee that in this contest with Robert Stephens’ power, he could protect her.

Even for himself, he couldn’t guarantee that he would survive.

Correspondingly, he did almost die.

So exhausted that old ailments relapsed, he couldn’t even go to the hospital.

If it weren’t for his luck, successful chemotherapy, he might’ve only been a handful of ashes now.

Even if Daisy Ginger resented his concealment, if given the choice again, he would still choose the same result.

That was the best choice; there was no better option.

He had no regrets.

If only one of them could live, he hopes it would be her living well; if they had to part, he only wished she could forget him and then separate.

Over these years, he had done well, without regret for his past choice.

Even if Daisy Ginger might never forgive him in this lifetime.