Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 703: You are my love at first sight.

Putting the phone aside, Daisy Ginger returned to her desk, sold a few stocks, and then went downstairs to join Erin Ginger and Edward Stephens.

The next morning, Daisy Ginger came downstairs feeling sore all over.

She saw a servant holding a bouquet of roses, anxiously rushing in from outside.

The roses were a passionate red, looking fresh and dewy, with some morning dew sparkling on them.

A white card was placed in the bouquet, with a line of black pen cursive English: YouAre mylove at firstsight—You’re my love at first sight.

The signature was: Z

Upon seeing this bouquet of red roses, Daisy Ginger felt no sense of romance, only a headache without reason.

Taking advantage of Edward Stephens not having come down yet, she said to the servant, "Go, throw it in the trash can. Hey, hey, hey, not that one, the one outside!"

The servant gave her a dubious look, retrieved the roses from the trash can, and was about to head out when Edward Stephens said, "What’s so shameful that it needs to be thrown outside?"

On the stairs, the man came down from upstairs.

The man in a white shirt and black pants looked revived compared to Daisy Ginger’s haggardness, almost as if he were a rejuvenated fox demon, his simple home attire glowing, and his smooth skin showing no trace of lines.

Upon seeing him come down, Daisy Ginger’s expression changed, and she gestured to the maid. However, whether the maid was startled by Edward Stephens or hadn’t caught her signal, she stood there blankly holding the flowers until the man approached, glanced at the red roses, picked up the card, "YouAre mylove at firstsight. Ha." He snorted coldly, "Sending roses first thing in the morning, how romantic. Am I dead or something?"

"..." Daisy Ginger was silent for a moment, her tone a bit weaker, "It’s none of my business!" It’s not like she asked anyone to send them!

Edward Stephens sneered, "But they were sent to you."

Isn’t that unfair?

"Why aren’t you throwing the flowers away? Why are you just standing there?" Daisy Ginger turned and said to the maid.

The maid, knowing she was in trouble, kept silent and quickly ran off with her head down.

Hearing this, the man snorted coldly again, glanced at her with his dark eyes, tossed the card into the trash can, and turned to head to the dining room.

Daisy Ginger stood there, a bit speechless, glancing at the card in the trash can, and let out a breath.

She thought Michael Joyner would understand her meaning, but who would have thought that guy would stir things up even more?

If this continues, she’ll end up being drained dry by Edward Stephens picking bones with her over this!

Knowing clearly that she had nothing going on with that man, yet he was deliberately getting jealous in front of her, she had no choice but to pay with her ’flesh and blood’, unable to speak up.

If she has to pay, so be it, it’s no big deal.

But she can’t withstand paying every day...

If she had known this guy was so petty...

Daisy Ginger sighed.

Forget it.

What’s most important now is to clarify to Michael Joyner that she already has someone she likes, and they’re living together.

After breakfast, Daisy Ginger glanced at the dark-faced man, and with her phone, stealthily went upstairs.

Retrieving yesterday’s WeChat friend request records, Daisy Ginger first applied to accept it, then directly sent over: [Don’t send me flowers anymore.]

[I’m really sorry, but I don’t have any feelings for you.]

[You don’t really know me at all.]

[I’m not trying to mess with you, but I already have someone I like.]