Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: The Wife Married for 1.5 Billion

Waking up, I was almost scared to death by the woman squatting beside my bed.

Daisy Ginger clutched her pounding heart and couldn’t help but ask, "Auntie, why are you here?"

Lady Stephens had no idea how long she had been sitting there watching her. Seeing Daisy awake, with red-rimmed eyes, she grabbed Daisy’s hand and choked out, "Daisy, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? And malnourished. If I’d known, I would’ve sent someone to bring you food every day."

It seemed Lady Stephens had already gone through her medical files while she was asleep.

Daisy Ginger’s fever had just subsided, leaving her body limp and sore, as if she’d been beaten up. She weakly waved her hand, "I’m fine. A few days on a nutrient drip will fix me up." Looking around, Daisy asked, "Where’s Edward?"

"Why worry about that brat? He left early in the morning and wouldn’t even come when I called him to join."

"So Auntie, you came here alone?" Daisy smiled, "I’m really okay, Auntie, don’t worry too much."

"How can I not worry?" Lady Stephens touched Daisy’s forehead and urged, "It’s still a bit warm. Lie back down, I’ve made you breakfast. I’ll go get it for you."

Daisy Ginger wasn’t exactly a fragile woman, but being cared for so gently by Lady Stephens made her feel a bit helpless.

She watched as Lady Stephens took out an array of foods from a thermos, at least seven or eight dishes, much more generously than Edward.

"I heard from Edward that you’ve been eating instant noodles all month?" Lady Stephens carefully brought over the black rice porridge, "Daisy, Auntie knows running a company is hard, but no matter how hard it is, you have to eat properly."

Daisy reached out for the porridge, nodding, "You’re right, Auntie."

Lady Stephens looked at her eagerly, with a gentle smile, "Daisy, try it while it’s still warm, it won’t taste good cold."

The black rice porridge, simmered on low heat, was soft and the rice fragrance fully blended into the broth. Daisy took a sip and looked up at Lady Stephens with a smile, "It’s delicious, thank you, Auntie."

"No need to say thank you among family." Lady Stephens placed each dish on the small table in front of Daisy, "When I heard from Edward you were hospitalized, I was scared to death. I knew you were busy these days, and didn’t dare to contact you. If I’d known you weren’t eating well, I would’ve had meals delivered to you."

Daisy’s smile deepened, "Edward asked you to come?"

Lady Stephens glanced at her and huffed lightly, "That boy didn’t say anything, I wanted to come on my own."

Daisy lowered her eyes, sipping the soup with a tender smile on her lips and eyes.

*

Lady Stephens stayed with her until noon, and they had lunch together before she left.

As soon as Lady Stephens left, Daisy Ginger decided she wouldn’t stay hospitalized any longer.

She pulled out the needle, borrowed a phone from a nurse, and called her secretary.

"Oliver Rubio, are you at the company now? Go to a nearby clothing store and buy me a set of casual clothes."

Half an hour later, Daisy was already dressed.

Oliver Rubio processed her discharge, watching as Daisy, poised in high heels, walked toward the elevator.

Though still quite pale, she held her back straight, looking no different than usual.

He followed behind Daisy, hearing her ask, "What about yesterday’s delegation?"

"...They’ve already left."

Daisy paused, not exactly surprised.

After negotiating a contract for half a month, finally reaching an agreement, it was frustrating to be hospitalized at the last minute.

She lit a cigarette, her emotions undisturbed, only a slight frown on her brow, pondering how to deal with the shareholders. noveldrama

"Oh, Director Ginger," Oliver said suddenly, "A Swiss Tech Co. contacted us yesterday, wanting to discuss a collaboration. I checked them out, and it’s a legitimate company, which should make up for this loss."

"..." Daisy was slightly taken aback, cigarette ash falling quietly from her fingers.

Swiss company?

*

Royal Lounge.

The phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, Edward Stephens leaned forward, casually picked it up, and his expression instantly turned cold, muttering, "...reckless."

"What are you looking at?"

The young man beside him curiously leaned over, glimpsed the word "discharge," before Edward impatiently pushed his face away.

"What little secret can’t even your good buddy see?" Ryan Smith, following Edward’s push, laughed as he fell back on the sofa, propping up his legs smugly, "Married men are indeed different, not our companions in singlehood anymore."

Edward shoved the phone back into his pocket, leaned back on the sofa, sipped his drink, expressionless, "Keep babbling, and I’ll call Gertie for you."

Ryan’s handsome face stiffened, gesturing a sign of surrender.

Edward sneered, thoroughly unimpressed.

"I envy you, marrying such a beauty," Ryan said earnestly, "It’s Daisy Ginger, isn’t it? We saw her together last time, those legs, that waist, that chest, tsk tsk..."

Edward rolled his eyes and tossed him a grape, "If you came here to talk about this nonsense, you can leave now."

Ryan laughed heartily then straightened up from the sofa.

With an air of mischief that couldn’t be fully hidden, even sitting squarely, he carried a sense of nonchalance and laziness.

Crossing his legs, he lit a cigarette, speaking lazily, "I came today to see how stunning your wife, whom you spent a billion and a half to marry, is — enough to warrant such extravagant spending."

Edward sneered disdainfully, "Such a small sum needs your attention, Master Ryan?"

"It’s not unusual for you to spend on men, but spending on women is rare."

Edward threw a tangerine at Ryan’s face.

Ryan, catching it with a grin, lifted his blue eyes to Edward, saying, "Edward, you should return to the United States."

His voice was light, but with a hint of deeper meaning in his gentle tone.

His stunningly handsome face suddenly dimmed with the weight of the smile.

Edward did not look at him. He took a sip of his drink, calmly saying, "It’s not the right time."

"Yes, yes, I know you have your plans," Ryan nodded, resting his chin patiently, "but you should have some sympathy for me, slashing through obstacles for you in the United States. You have no idea how tough it’s been for me these years..."

"I heard you recently made the news for spending the night with ten women?"

Ryan: "..."

Edward glanced at him, elegantly rose from the sofa, lit a cigarette holding it between his lips, chuckling softly, "Take care of your kidneys, Ryan..."

The tone was soft and warm.

"If it bursts, you can’t just get a new one, right?"