Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 395: Chapter 422: "Jiu Er, don’t leave me.

The wedding day is almost here.

And Daisy Ginger hasn't received any news from Robert Stephens.

At the Stephens family, she would sometimes encounter Charlotte Smith.

Robert Stephens seldom comes out of his residence, so he usually issues orders through Charlotte Smith, almost

like his spokesperson.

Everyone in the Stephens family seems to hold Charlotte Smith in high regard due to this connection.

With only three days until the wedding, that day, Daisy Ginger returned hfrom work to find Charlotte Smith

at her and Edward Stephens’ residence, directing the servants to hang up their wedding photos.

With her usual thin, pale look, upon seeing Daisy Ginger return, she greeted her meekly and respectfully, "Miss

Ginger."

Daisy Ginger didn’t have much to say to her; she just found it amusing to see the house full of people

decorating.

Although she didn’t know what Robert Stephens was planning, it seemed that after this wedding, she and

Edward Stephens might not be together anymore.

She didn’t trust Robert Stephens, but in a way, she absolutely believed him.

"The gentleman toldto cand arrange your marriage home, you don’t need to mind me," Charlotte Smith

said, lowering her head, still in her dutiful manner, her tone very polite.

Daisy Ginger slightly raised an eyebrow: "Robert Stephens asked you to come?"

Charlotte Smith lifted her head and responded: "After all, it's the second young master’s wedding, and the

gentleman attaches great importance to it."

Daisy Ginger didn’t know if Charlotte Smith was aware of Robert Stephens’ plan, but seeing her earnestly

following Robert's instructions, setting up the marital home, she felt an absurd sense of illusion.

"Your family... the gentleman," Daisy Ginger didn’t know how to comment, just smiled, "is really good at

pretending."

Clearly planning for them to divorce, yet acting all righteous, setting up their marital home.

| wonder who they'll stay there in the end.

Daisy Ginger looked up at the central hung wedding photo; it was taken hastily a few days ago when Edward

took her, and despite the angle or lens, they both looked very happy.

Charlotte Smith didn’t seem to catch her sarcasm and hints, and hearing Daisy Ginger’s remark about Robert,

she didn’t react much, and Daisy wasn’t very interested in her either, putting down her bag and heading

upstairs.

Charlotte Smith stood by the door, under the backlight, raising her head to look at the hung wedding photo.

Her second young master...

is finally getting married.

Being personally involved in this ceremony must be a kind of blessing, right?

She lowered her head, slightly twisting her lips as if to smile, but it vanished, her expression silent.

He was someone she couldn't dare to dream of in the past.

*

Soon it was the day of the wedding ceremony.

The Stephens family, undoubtedly mindful of Edward Stephens’ marriage, booked an entire century-old church in

the city center, with a highly respected priest presiding. That day, Daisy Ginger even saw Edward's father, whom

she had never met before.

He was a middle-aged man with greying hair, resembling Edward to sextent, and in certain angles, even

more like Robert Stephens, appearing cultured and gentle.

He didn’t seem to care much about his children’s wedding; after the church ceremony, he didn’t attend the

banquet, and Daisy Ginger didn’t even speak a word with him.

Lady Stephens, on the other hand, smiled all day, looking quite happy.

But during the entire ceremony, Robert Stephens was absent.

Only Charlotte Smith was there, taking his place, seated on the church pews.

She didn’t understand Robert's plans; maybe she lacked the qualifications to conspire with him, but it seemed he

intended to stir things up at the wedding banquet, which made Daisy Ginger somewhat anxious.

After the ceremony, Daisy Ginger returned to her room to rest.

The banquet would be held in the church hall in a few hours.

Daisy Ginger took off her heavy wedding dress, standing in a guest room on the third floor, looking downstairs.

Quite a few of the Stephens family’s relatives were in attendance, many of them of mixed heritage, with

exquisite and deep features, regardless of being male, female, young, or old, all beautiful in appearance.

Generations had lived in the United States, gradually westernized, and conversations downstairs were in English.

It seemed people like Lady Stephens and Robert Stephens, with more traditional Chinese tastes, were the

exceptions in their family.

She remembered Edward Stephens complaining he didn’t like Chinese food when they were in Banyan City.

Anyway, it was a good day, with nice weather and a wedding. On the lawn downstairs, adults and children’s

faces were filled with smiles, holding champagne and cake, as light-hearted talk and laughter drifted up from

below.

Watching it filled one with a sense of relaxation and joy.

Daisy Ginger watched for a while, seeing Edward Stephens’ younger kin playfully bickering on the lawn; it was a

big family, thriving and seemingly happy.

She felt a bit envious of Edward for having such a large family.

"Click."

The door suddenly opened.

Daisy Ginger turned around to see Edward, wearing a white suit, squeezing in from the door.

His hair was styled back securely, revealing a face far more exquisite and profound than the average, he called

her, "Daisy."

The voice sounded somewhat...

Sweet.

He seemed very happy.

Daisy Ginger blinked as she saw him approach and embrace her.

She caught the scent of champagne and red wine on him and couldn’t help but ask, "How much did you drink

downstairs?"

He rubbed his face against her shoulder, "Not much."

His words were laced with a boozy scent.

Almost drunk, yet claiming not much?

"Don’t drink so much."

"I'm happy today."

Daisy Ginger sighed, "I'll get someone to bring you ssobering medicine."

Edward let her go, but as she walked away, he followed along like a shadow.

"Don’t follow me."

She turned around, seeing him with moist, innocent eyes looking at her.

This guy, with poor drinking manners, half-drunk, still trying to act cute.

"You still have to meet guests later, you shouldn't be like this." She coaxed him softly, "Wait here for me; I'll get

someone to bring you the medicine."

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