Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen
Chapter 33: I Don’t Like You

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: I Don’t Like You

Edward Stephens pinched her slender nape and lifted her out of his embrace. He frowned, looking at Daisy Ginger’s face.

The sky had darkened, and the shadows in the parking lot were deep and murky.

Daisy’s hair, neatly arranged during the day, had a few strands rebelliously fallen by her cheeks at night, softening her sharp features with a touch of gentle femininity.

Even though the light was dim, Edward could still see her eyes clearly.

There was no hint of sadness.

He let out a derisive laugh and mockingly asked, "You like her?"

Daisy pouted, looking a bit unhappy, "What else then?"

Edward: "Wishful thinking."

Daisy snorted, sat back in the passenger seat, turned her head to look out the window, and muttered quietly, "Idiot."

Her voice was barely audible, but Edward still heard it.

So much had happened today; he wasn’t in a good mood and had no desire to engage in a pointless argument with her.

Seeing that she wasn’t getting out of the car, he couldn’t be bothered with her anymore and drove out of the parking lot.

Daisy sat alone in the passenger seat, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, then she came back to life.

She asked him, "After we get married, do you plan to live at my place, or should I live at yours?"

Edward glanced sidelong at her, without responding.

Daisy hugged her legs, seriously considering, "I think living at my place, there’s no guarantee you and Emily won’t do something behind my back, wouldn’t I be miserable with a green hat? But living at your place is too far from my office, and you’re so lazy, you definitely wouldn’t be willing to get up early every day to take me to work..."

Edward stopped the car, unable to resist pinching her cheek.

This woman, did she think he was a corpse? What nonsense was she spouting?!

Daisy: "I have an apartment downtown, how about we move out and live there?"

Edward: "No."

Daisy pouted again, unhappy, "Why not?"

Living in the city center, it’s close to the office, and she could conveniently catch any cheating.

Edward: "I’ll live in my own home."

"Then I’ll live at your place too."

Edward had never seen someone so shameless.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced at her impatiently, took out a cigarette, opened the car window, faced outside and smoked for a while. Once calmed, he coldly reminded, "Daisy, don’t act as though we’re genuinely in love. You know the tricks you’ve played."

Daisy calmly replied, "So what?"

Edward: "I don’t like you."

"..."

"Not at all." He turned to face her, his eyes darker than the night, only a spark at his fingertips lighting up his deep-set eyes like a cold, burning flame. He said, "I never will. Don’t bother trying to win me over; I find it disgusting."

Daisy sat in the passenger seat, looked at him for a while, then simply said, "Okay. I understand."

The night breeze blew in, lifting the wisps of hair from her forehead. She sat there, her gaze clear as she looked at him, then turned her head, opened the car door, and stepped out by herself with her bag.

Edward sat in the car, smoking for a while, recalling the look Daisy had given him earlier. His brow furrowed tighter as he irritably stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, "Damn."

He drove after her.

It was late at night; letting Daisy walk alone in the dark, he wasn’t despicable enough to do that.