Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 692: Scoundrel Man 2

The man cleared his throat lightly, restrained his expression, and stood behind her, reaching out to encircle her.

Behind her was the man’s warm chest.

She clearly thought this man was quite thin, but standing behind her, his presence was remarkably strong. The warmth, separated by only a few centimeters, made her somewhat uncomfortable.

The man reached out, and through the plastic gloves, held her fingers, her fair fingertips, unconcerned with the grease in the sink, helped her wash a bowl clean.

Daisy Ginger bit her lip and said softly, "Let go of me, I can do it myself."

"There are only a few bowls in our house," the man slowly breathed behind her, "if you break them all, there won’t be any bowls to eat with tonight."

"I would never!"

Daisy’s small face turned slightly red.

Seemingly on purpose, the man slowed down the dishwashing pace, and Daisy only felt the man’s breath brush against the sensitive spot on her neck, again and again.

Bringing her an indescribable thrill.

Her legs were a bit weak, and Daisy struggled a bit, trying to break free from his embrace.

"Don’t move." The man softly hummed, "Do you want to break all the bowls we have, Daisy?"

"..." Daisy was a little angry, "Then stop pressing against me!"

The man leisurely replied, "Watch what you say. What am I pressing against you with?"

Daisy turned her head and glared at him fiercely.

His arrogance grew more blatant, and he looked down at her with a smile, his handsome face full of delight.

Daisy: A miscalculation.

Why even bother washing dishes, just let this shameless man do it himself!

By the time the dishes were done and put into the cupboard, Daisy’s legs were completely weak.

She braced her hands on the sink, exhaling a hot breath, her snowy cheeks flushed with redness.

The man kissed her flushed cheek, whispering in her ear, "Let’s go upstairs, hmm?"

"What for?" Daisy said angrily.

The man lowered his eyes, biting her shoulder, and chuckled, "To fight..."

*

In the evening.

Edward Stephens came out of the bathroom after a shower, crystalline droplets rolling down his fair skin.

He shook the water from his black hair and looked at Daisy entwined in the sheets.

She might really have been bullied hard; she still hadn’t recovered, her eyes slightly closed, her sweat-damp little face, with rosy lips parted, breathing somewhat weakly.

He walked over and touched her face, and with a "snap", his fair hand was slapped away by the woman.

The man paused, clicked his tongue lightly, and cursed, "Ungrateful after eating."

"..." Daisy kept her eyes closed, didn’t move at all, and completely ignored him.

Edward sat down behind her, using his cold fingers to gently poke her waist, "Hungry? I’ll go downstairs and cook for you. What do you feel like eating?"

Daisy shivered each time he poked, until finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, lifted her foot, and kicked him in the waist, "Go away."

Edward took her soft kick without dodging, clicking his tongue twice, "Getting fiercer."

"..."

"Tigress."

"..." Daisy wanted to stuff a sock into his mouth.

She was too tired even to roll her eyes, utterly exasperated, lying on the bed powerless, watching Edward gloat nearby.

Not daring to really offend him badly, the man stopped while ahead, stood up, and covered her with a blanket, appearing very gentle and considerate.

"I’ll make you braised pork, to nourish you, hmm?" he said, then pinched her slender waist, muttering with a bit of regret, "You should gain some weight, all bones now, not very comfortable to hold..."

Daisy: "..."

Damn, and he’s still complaining!!