Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Reluctant

The engagement ceremony was nothing short of extravagant.

The Linton family invited all the notable aristocrats of Banyan City, showing sincere respect and considerable face.

Lady Stephens and Edward Stephens also arrived discreetly soon after the engagement banquet began.

The Stephens family had a unique background and, although they were low-key in Banyan City, no one dared to gossip about them. When the two appeared at the engagement ceremony, the entire banquet hall fell silent, and the crowd instinctively parted, forming a one-meter-wide vacuum around them.

This was the first time the two met again after their separation.

Daisy Ginger leaned against the wall, watching Abigail Perry eagerly walk over to toast Lady Stephens and Edward.

Daisy’s gaze fell on Edward beside Lady Stephens.

Today, he wore a blue-black striped suit, looking refined under the bright lights, with his finely chiseled features appearing exceptionally noble and handsome, without any flaw.

He didn’t say a word, yet managed to capture the attention of the banquet hall.

She saw Edward give a gift to the waiter following Abigail Perry and glanced at it indifferently before retracting her gaze; their eyes didn’t meet.

Lady Stephens noticed Daisy and seemed eager to speak with her, but she was caught up by Abigail Perry and couldn’t get away, showing some anxiety. Daisy took a sip of her drink, handed her glass to a waiter, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

There seemed to be lingering gazes behind her, but Daisy did not look back.

*

She went upstairs to rest for a while, and when she woke up, it was already eleven o’clock.

The banquet was still in progress.

Daisy refreshed her makeup and slowly strolled down the hotel’s opulent corridor.

The banquet had not yet reached its end, so there were few people in the corridor, making the sounds echoing through it particularly clear.

"Edward. Thank you for coming today."

Daisy slowly stopped in her tracks, feeling a strange urge to laugh.

——Emily Ginger wouldn’t dare rekindle an affair with a former lover at her engagement party, would she? If Ian Linton were present, the scene might be even more interesting, who knows?

She leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from her purse, and listened, eavesdropping on the conversation.

As the lighter was slowly lit, she leaned down to puff at the cigarette, Edward’s indifferent voice followed.

"What’s up?"

"I mean nothing else." Emily’s voice carried a slight bitter smile, soft, with a tinge of distortion on the transmission, less gentle than before, "Lately... we haven’t had much time to meet, the things you gave me, I can’t bear to throw them away but also don’t know how to return them to you. Today... the timing is... perfect... Edward, this is yours."

After a brief pause, Emily’s voice softly emerged again.

"Edward, goodbye." Her voice was gentle yet solemn, like bidding farewell to something precious in life.

On the carpet, there were faint footsteps gradually fading away, Daisy leaned against the corner, eyes closed, smoking slowly until her sight suddenly dimmed as someone stood before her.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man’s reserved face in front of her, blinking slowly.

"Sorry... I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping." Her eyes held no hint of a smile, with a reserved and indifferent expression she calmly said, "But you two blocked my way."

Half a month without meeting, there seemed to be nothing much to talk about.

Daisy, feeling somewhat disinterested, extinguished the cigarette, tossing it into the trash before turning to leave.

Edward’s voice came from behind.

"There’s nothing between us."

The voice was calm, almost a narration, stating a fact.

Daisy slightly paused in her steps, slowly turned around, and smiled lightly at him.

There was no need to explain anything to her; whether there was anything between him and Emily or not, it was none of Daisy’s concern.

"Afraid I’ll complain to Ian Linton?"

"..."

"So, you think I’m such a petty person?" noveldrama

Daisy’s tone carried amusement, her bright eyes looking into his deep, dark eyes.

She quietly watched him for a moment, suddenly stepped forward, and grabbed the man’s hand.

Though the weather wasn’t cold, her fingers were icy.

Daisy looked down, prying the item from his palm, playing with it in her hands.

It was a radiant diamond necklace, exquisite and beautiful, perfect as a gift for a girl.

Daisy glanced down at it, and softly said, "When we got married, you didn’t even give me a ring."

After saying this, she seemed amused, chuckled softly, suddenly raised her hand, and threw the valuable diamond necklace into a nearby trash bin.

...

Edward stood still, only calmly watching her.

Daisy did not look at him, slowly turned around, and left from the corridor.

*

The engagement banquet was nearing its end.

Daisy found her way to the buffet area, grabbed a few bottles of wine, and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently drinking.

Fireworks were exploding outside the window.

Celebrating for the new couple here.

Daisy rested her chin on her hand, watching for a while, and thought of a phrase: fireworks cool quickly.

Once, someone too, on her birthday, set off fireworks across the city for her celebration.

But now, it’s like the departed has left, and the tea has gone cold...

She drank cup after cup until four or five bottles of champagne on the table were empty, leaving her lying on the table.

She felt an unprecedented sorrow, not quite jealousy toward Emily, just a dissatisfaction—Why?

Why did she wait eight years, yet couldn’t compare to Emily’s three months?

Why was he so distraught about his engagement to Emily when clearly his heart could only accommodate her!

She lay with her eyes closed, brow furrowed, annoyed and angry, even somewhat wronged.

The liquor started raging, igniting from her stomach, throughout each blood vessel, faintly burning.

Someone approached, carrying a heavy scent of tobacco, looked down at her, and let out a soft sigh.

Her body was lifted horizontally, the man’s arms strong and firm, holding her steadily as he walked upstairs.

Daisy curled up in the man’s embrace, frowned, eyes closed, face full of agony, uttered faint, cat-like whimpering sounds.

Then the man held her even tighter.

Edward accompanied his mother through the crowd towards the exit.

The banquet was over, guests were satisfied, Lady Stephens wore a smile, seemingly pleased with Emily and Ian’s marriage.

"But where has Daisy gone?" Lady Stephens complained softly, "You had a fight didn’t you? Regardless of fault, you must apologize, as a man you must take responsibility!"

Edward frowned, said coolly, "No."

"What do you mean, no?" Lady Stephens admonished, "I’m telling you to bring her back!"

Edward looked up, just in time to see Daisy being lifted from a chair by a tall figure, carried towards the elevator.

His gaze landed on the man’s exposed tattoo on his slender neck, his brow subtly furrowed, he let go of Lady Stephens’ arm and hurriedly followed the man’s steps.

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