Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Such a Beauty

Daisy Ginger hesitated not at all and threw up the water.

"Tastes awful..." she mumbled, frowning in complaint.

Edward Stephens, who was splashed with the sober-up tea: "..."

He glanced at Daisy Ginger, who was too drunk to know better yet still picky, feeling an urge to toss her back onto the bed.

He took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and poured her a cup of warm water.

This time, she drank it obediently.

Edward Stephens tucked her back into the covers, gave her a look, then walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside to gaze at the dazzling night of Banyan City.

He couldn’t fathom why such a lovely evening was spent with Daisy Ginger, this drunken woman.

He stood for a moment, then heard Daisy Ginger whining from the bed.

He glanced at her and heard her complain it was hot.

Daisy Ginger was wearing a fitted fishtail dress, beautiful indeed, but at this moment, clearly becoming a prisoner of her own choices.

The fabric clung to her, preventing any airflow, and the alcohol raised her body temperature, leaving her drenched in sweat in no time.

Edward initially intended not to care for her, until he saw her cheeks getting redder and feared she might truly break out in a fever, then hesitated to walk over, contemplating whether to help her take off the evening dress.

Daisy Ginger was drunk, but her drunken demeanor was quite good, neither loud nor aggressive, only mildly uncomfortable, her soft hums sounding somewhat aggrieved, making her hard to ignore.

At this moment, she lay on the bed, rubbing her face against the cool satin, her dark hair fanned out across the bed.

Under the dim lights, the room was filled with the lingering scent of champagne, a beauty such as this, lying in such a manner, Edward Stephens, being a normal man, couldn’t possibly lack any impulse.

Daisy Ginger was indeed beautiful, overly radiant and somewhat aggressive, yet pleasing to the eye, the type to capture attention immediately. Otherwise, Ryan Smith, a playboy accustomed to beauty of all kinds, wouldn’t have been so smitten the first time he saw her.

Unfortunately, Daisy Ginger, although a blooming flower, was a deadly one, likely lethal if consumed recklessly.

Edward Stephens stood by the bed, rarely feeling conflicted.

He feared he might lose control and do something he’d regret for a lifetime...

Daisy Ginger was hot to the point of dizziness, the dress too snug for her to manage to slide off by herself, hazily calling the man standing nearby, "Edward..."

Edward Stephens acknowledged, "Mm."

She opened her eyes, her bewildered gaze landed on Edward Stephens, calling out in distress, "I’m hot."

She’s been hot for quite a while, why hadn’t he helped her yet!

Edward Stephens stood by the bed, sighed softly, and finally reached out to lift her up from the bed.

His body temperature was lower than hers, and as soon as Daisy Ginger landed in his hands, she instinctively burrowed into his arms, rubbing her face against him, the faint fragrance of woman mingled with her alcoholic breath, enveloping his senses, Edward Stephens, no matter how composed, could not help but feel somewhat ignited by her teasing.

He pressed down her wandering hands, looked at her with deep eyes, "Don’t move."

He helped her pull down the zipper of the evening dress.

The fitted dress slid from her shoulders, at last, Daisy Ginger settled down. She sat in his embrace, clinging to his shoulders, gazing at him dizzily. Her loose long hair resembling lush seaweed, draping over her slender shoulders and face, her delicate little face, bearing a bewildered expression, lacking its usual domineering air, even appearing somewhat innocent and pure, captivating one’s soul in an instant. noveldrama

Edward Stephens’ gaze fell upon her face, momentarily taken aback, seeing Daisy Ginger slowly lean her face closer, he did not refuse.

"Ugh—"

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