Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 694: I have many uses.

The man looked at her laughing and immediately took advantage.

"I won’t get up until you give me a kiss."

Daisy Ginger couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

A grown, smelly man, saying such things without worrying about being laughed at.

Irene came over, saw them leaning together, blushed and ran away.

"Irene’s laughing at us." Daisy pushed him slightly.

"Let her laugh." He seemed quite unconcerned. What’s wrong with being affectionate with his own woman?

Daisy sighed lightly and planted a kiss on his fingers, "Alright."

The man was not satisfied, "Are you coaxing a child?"

Daisy held back her laughter, "Do you think you’re more mature than Erin right now?"

"Tsk." He straightened up, his handsome face full of her misunderstanding.

Daisy didn’t want to argue with him, so she pushed him away and headed upstairs, yawning, "I’m leaving tomorrow, need to sleep more."

The man followed, trailing her, and asked, "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"You’ll be gone, and won’t I be pitiful?"

It was the first time hearing someone call themselves pitiful.

Daisy glanced at him, "Aren’t you the village bully now?"

"..." The man’s face darkened, "Don’t give me such an awful nickname."

She smiled without saying anything, slowly walking upstairs.

As soon as she went upstairs, she was blocked by the man at the door.

Daisy’s back pressed against the door, her eyes shimmering, teasing him with a smile, "If you keep being handsy, I’m going to scream for help."

The man lowered his head and sealed her lips.

After nearly five minutes, he lifted his head, "Go ahead and scream."

"..."

Daisy was panting.

"What do you want to eat? I can cook for you from now on. Hmm?" He coaxed her gently, tempting her to take him back.

Daisy clung to his hand, staying rational, "...I can hire a chef."

"Am I not better than that 25-year-old boyfriend of yours?"

Daisy understood his hint, blushed slightly, and gave him a glare.

She pushed him away, turned her head, and walked directly into the room.

All messed up, what is this man thinking!

The man followed, confidently stepping inside.

"I can cook, keep you warm, adept in both home and kitchen, how cost-effective."

He enthusiastically promoted himself.

Never seen Edward Stephens with such thick skin.

Daisy sat on the bed, looked at him lazily leaning on the bed edge, with a guilty yet naughty smile.

Sly.

Daisy didn’t want to forgive him so easily, pursed her lips, hummed lightly, and slipped under the quilt, turning her back on him.

Behind her came the man’s sigh.

As if helpless.

She sensed his gaze on her for a while, then a gentle kiss fell on her neck, and he whispered warmly in her ear, "Then... goodnight."

He turned off the light for her, quietly opened the door, and left.

Daisy lay staring at the void for a while, the bedding was newly changed, but the air still lingered with a faint scent of his hormones. She turned over and gently exhaled.

Damn man.

Before sleep, she cursed him once again.

*

Early in the morning, Daisy woke up.

She went into the bathroom to wash up, and when she came out, she smelled the rich aroma of food in the air.

She slipped on her slippers downstairs and saw Irene bringing out fried rice noodles from the kitchen.

Due to Irene only knowing how to make Western cuisine, ever since Edward discovered she wasn’t used to Irene’s cooking these past few days, he himself had been cooking.

Very considerate.

The word considerate popped into her mind, making Daisy feel a little speechless.

She pinched her brow and peeked into the kitchen. Edward, having noticed her, poured a bowl of water into the pot, came out, and kissed her forehead, speaking gently, "I’m cooking tomato egg soup. If you’re hungry, go eat first."

Daisy fiddled with the bow on his apron, lowered her eyes, and chuckled, "The noble second young master of the Stephens family is cooking for me, isn’t that a bit overqualified?"

Unfazed, the man again kissed her lips, adeptly currying favor, "I can cook soup for you for a lifetime."

"..." Daisy looked up at him, lightly hummed, proudly didn’t respond, and pushed him towards the dining room.

Irene was happily setting chopsticks in the dining room.

Ever since Edward started cooking, these past few days, she had been very happy at mealtimes.

Every time, her share of food was eaten cleanly.

A loyal fan of Edward’s cooking skills.

Daisy sat at the dining table, hearing the sounds from the kitchen, and rubbed her brow with some frustration.

Though clearly she didn’t allow him to touch water, he started cooking again, and didn’t know if the wound would get infected.

She felt annoyed with Edward’s disregard for taking care of himself.

She didn’t need to eat so well every day, didn’t need it to be cooked by him personally each time.

Not happy.

When Edward brought out tomato egg soup, Daisy lowered her head, slowly ate the food from the bowl.

Edward seemed puzzled, "Isn’t it to your liking?"

Daisy glanced at him without speaking.

"When’s your flight?"

"Are you that eager for me to leave?"

"???"

Faced with Daisy’s sarcastic tone, the man appeared puzzled.

"..." Daisy pressed her lips, realizing her anger was inexplicable. Quickly responding, "Three in the afternoon."

"Oh." The man nodded, "That’s still early."

After breakfast, Daisy went upstairs to pack.

She hadn’t brought much, so there wasn’t much to take back.

The clothes Edward had bought her, many hadn’t been worn, too plain in style, she tossed them directly in the trash.

The man squatted by the trash bin, looking pained, "Daisy, you’re too harsh."

Daisy glanced coldly at him.

"Those were bought for you."

"So what?"

"Shouldn’t you cherish them and take them back?"

"To let you wear them?"

"......."

The man shook his head, stood from the trash bin, and sat at the bed’s edge, "Wasteful woman."

Daisy: "......."

She rolled her eyes at him, zipped up her seemingly empty suitcase, and placed it by the door.

The man saw she hadn’t packed much inside, nudged her suitcase with his foot, "You’re just taking a little back?"

Daisy turned, arms crossed, standing in front of him, "Why?"

"Pack me along and take me back."

Daisy hummed lightly, ignoring him, turned to leave.

The man called her name, pulled her back into his embrace, sat her on his lap, whispering in her ear, "Take me back with you, hmm? Your suitcase looks empty, still room for more..."

Daisy kept a straight face, "You’re non-recyclable trash."

The man shamelessly nibbled on her earlobe, "Nonsense, I’m clearly very useful."