Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 633: If I want to go, Mommy will accompany me, right?
Erin was even quieter than Edward Stephens when he was young. After answering, she immediately lowered her head and continued eating, completely oblivious to Ryan Smith’s tumultuous feelings.
"Where is that man now?" Ryan began to ask indirectly, trying to extract the answers he wanted from Erin.
However, Erin either saw through his malicious intentions or for some other reason, just ignored him. After eating, she jumped off the chair, carried her drawing board, and went out with the nanny.
This little brat...
Ryan turned his head to watch the little figure leave, clicking his tongue lightly.
He is just like his father, with a personality.
*
Daisy Ginger went upstairs to take a nap.
Sleeping on the chair until waking up naturally, she slowly went downstairs to find food.
The island’s evening breeze carried the faint scent of the sea as the massive setting sun slowly sank, dyeing the azure sea surface with a dark shade of orange-red.
Daisy paused at the top of the stairs to admire this natural oil painting before walking barefoot to the refrigerator to fetch a box of orange juice.
Behind her, Ryan’s voice came: "Daisy, what are we having for dinner?"
Daisy paused, her feeling of drowsy leisure instantly evaporating. She turned her stunning face and frowned at the man sprawled on her leather sofa, her expression immediately growing cold.
"Why are you still here?" Daisy’s voice was filled with impatience.
Ryan rubbed his eyes, seemingly also just waking up, with a disheveled bedhead, "Huh? Where could I go?"
Daisy tightened her grip on the glass, resisting the urge to splash the juice in his face.
She didn’t understand how Edward could be friends with this guy. In her eyes, Ryan was just a lazy, shameless playboy who only knew how to pick up girls all day.
Daisy cast him a cold glance, said nothing, turned to the kitchen, and told the chef not to prepare dinner for Ryan.
Without food, she didn’t believe Ryan could linger here much longer.
*
When the sky was about to darken, little Erin returned with the drawing board and the nanny.
He washed the sand off his feet at the wooden doorstep and, upon entering the house, immediately sensed the tense atmosphere in the living room.
He glanced at Ryan, who was watching TV on the sofa, and then at Daisy, who was drinking juice by the window, and decisively chose to approach Daisy.
"Are you hungry?" Daisy felt a small hand clutch hers and looked down at Erin, gently brushing the fine white sand from his soft hair.
Little Erin nodded.
Daisy asked the nanny to take his drawing board away and led Erin into the dining room, followed closely by Ryan, who hurriedly turned off the TV upon hearing the commotion and dashed after them.
On the redwood table rested only two sets of meals and utensils.
Daisy settled Erin into a dining chair, then went to get her meal, without sparing a glance at Ryan, who was stiff at the door, and sat down to eat.
The seafood in the kitchen was freshly caught today, steamed and souped freshly. Living with her, Erin had come to like all kinds of fish and shrimp just like she did. Mother and son sat together, eating unbothered by anyone else.
Ryan thought to himself—this is too much, isn’t it?
He was, after all, a guest. Is this how Daisy treated her guests?
In the end, Ryan could only wait until they finished eating, go to the kitchen to scoop up some leftovers, and mix a pathetic meal of fish soup and rice, still not filling his stomach...
...
After dinner, Daisy took little Erin for a walk.
Ryan finally realized how unwelcome he was by this great beauty—this must be Edward’s fault!
He even believed that tomorrow he might not even get leftovers to eat...
This island is private, with no hotels or inns. He couldn’t possibly rent a villa just for a meal, could he?
Daisy was no fool. If he stayed any longer, she might see through him...
Ryan felt it was really hard for him.
When Daisy and little Erin returned, Ryan was no longer in the villa.
Seeing the empty sofa, Daisy didn’t respond much, just led little Erin upstairs to bathe him.
After the bath, Daisy carried Erin back to his bedroom to put him to sleep.
The moonlight tonight was truly beautiful, like a thin veil extending in from the transparent window, very beautiful. Daisy felt light-hearted and at ease.
"What’s the matter?"
Noticing little Erin lying in bed, refusing to close his eyes, Daisy sat at the bedside and asked with a chuckle.
Erin didn’t speak, just gently held Daisy’s fingers with his hand.
This child didn’t like to talk. Sometimes his intentions couldn’t be discerned from his expression and required guessing.
Fortunately, Daisy had learned to read his micro-expressions.
"Don’t feel like sleeping?"
She asked softly.
"Can mom sleep?"
Daisy hadn’t expected him to ask that and paused slightly.
"I can’t sleep." Little Erin’s voice was still childishly tender, yet his intelligence far exceeded his peers, making Daisy feel as though he had seen through all her thoughts just by looking at her.
Daisy looked at him and sighed gently.
She asked: "Do you want to see dad?"
Little Erin nodded.
There was a part of Daisy’s heart that felt blocked.
A bit of anger.
Despite raising him all these years, this child was naturally inclined towards his father.
Edward had never raised him, spent less time taking care of him than James Shelton, yet after just a few meetings, he had captured Erin’s heart.
Who knows how difficult it was to get into this child’s heart.
What had Edward done to deserve Erin’s instant affection?
Daisy said softly: "But your dad... he clearly doesn’t want you anymore."
When she said this, Daisy was a little bit sulking.
Erin said: "He doesn’t."
Daisy: "He does." She pinched his little face, not very amicably, "He’s already married to another woman. Her kid might be two by now. Think about it—if your dad wanted you, how could he just now remember you?"
In the darkness, little Erin looked at her with big eyes.
Innocent yet calm.
With an attitude of "you say what you want, I’ll think what I want."
Daisy pinched his little nose, feeling a bit helpless.
"Sleep early, don’t overthink."
Daisy stood up, intending to go back to her room to sleep, but was gently tugged back by Erin holding her wrist.
"... If I wanted to go, would mom go with me?"
Daisy paused slightly in her steps, seemingly a bit incredulous. She looked down at her hand held by Erin, her slender eyebrows furrowed.
