Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 693: Stop it
Daisy Ginger mustered all her strength to roll her eyes at the man and said hoarsely, "Get lost."
The man lowered his head and kissed her sweaty face, not minding the dirt, cuddling for a good while, then tucked in the corner of the blanket and said gently, "I’m going to cook."
...
I’m going to cook.
These five words sound so perfectly domestic and virtuous.
Daisy snuggled under the blanket, squeezing out a "humph" from her nose, and closed her eyes sleepily.
She was utterly exhausted, too tired to banter with him any further.
The man looked down at her for a minute, smiled slightly, and tiptoed out the door.
*
Daisy was truly worn out and exhausted.
She’s not that young, and she has no idea where Edward Stephens learned so many tricks, constantly keeping things up.
Teasing her while not keeping his mouth shut.
Causing her body to be covered in bruises.
She slept soundly, and when she woke up, it was already completely dark outside.
This day was...
Chaotic...
Almost entirely spent in bed.
She moved a bit under the quilt, feeling sticky, got out of bed naked and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Halfway through the shower, the man knocked on the door outside: "Daisy?"
Daisy turned off the shower and responded, "Hmm."
"Dinner’s ready."
Daisy heard him and, for some reason, wanted to laugh a little.
"Oh. I’m showering," she replied, "I’ll be quick."
"Okay," he said, "I’m waiting for you outside."
The outside went quiet, but through the frosted glass window, she could see Edward’s shadow slowly sitting down on the couch in the room.
Daisy turned the faucet on again, letting the warm water flow down.
For some reason, she felt very peaceful and secure inside.
*
Edward looked to be in a good mood.
He made a whole table full of dishes with Irene.
Daisy suspected he used up all the meat and vegetables in the fridge.
"You guys are too much..."
She sat in the chair, unable to hold back a laugh.
How many days will it take to finish all this?
The man picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs for her, and said, "This is something new I learned."
He learns everything quickly, and sweet and sour ribs were no exception.
Daisy’s sharp eyes noticed a band-aid wrapped around the man’s fair fingers.
She looked up at him, her brow furrowing, "What happened to your hand?"
"I wasn’t careful while cutting vegetables, and cut my hand."
"Didn’t you go to the hospital?"
The man smiled, "It’s just a small cut."
Daisy glanced at the band-aid on his slender fingers and found it a bit of an eyesore.
From now on, she didn’t want him cooking anymore.
Even though he cooks well, it’s not like the world lacks chefs.
Daisy ate a small piece of sweet and sour ribs, pondering.
After dinner, Daisy wouldn’t let him touch any water and sent him out of the kitchen, cleaning up with Irene.
Irene didn’t seem to be afraid of her anymore, even helping her tie a bow on her apron.
This time Daisy didn’t break any dishes, and after taking off her gloves and opening the kitchen door, she saw the man leaning flamboyantly against the doorframe, smiling at her.
"What?"
"I’m here to check if we have any dishes left for tomorrow."
Daisy laughed out of exasperation, lifted her foot and lightly kicked his leg, the man cried out, gently collapsing and resting his head on her shoulder, "I’m injured."
Daisy pushed him away: "Get up."
"I’m really injured." He lifted his hand with the band-aid wrapped around it, waving it in front of her eyes.
Daisy smiled helplessly, "Stop it."
