Damn, her scent is really good!
The intense reaction made him inexplicably hot!
"Don’t cry!" She was the one who hit people, brought a million to find a male model, and still had the face to cry?
The moment the news hit the internet, Alexander Kingsley received it immediately, took a leave from the Crown Prince, and hurried over!
He watched her all night, afraid she might get hurt.
Indeed, other than being a bit strong and fierce, her skills were not even on par with that of a stray cat!
"Do you like fighting?"
"Mm, first you need to have the capability. Go to the First Special District and train a bit!"
He spoke in a commanding tone:
"I’ll be the instructor, and personally teach you! No slacking, once you can protect yourself, you can fight whenever you like!"
While he spoke, Carla Carr was just dazed, not sure if she even understood.
Alexander Kingsley wiped away her tears.
Once again, he trapped her in the corner, held her head, and kissed her.
An electric current surged through Carla Carr’s body, this was...a sensation she had never experienced before!
The heartbeat of first love! A longing to reminisce, to linger, and to want more, more...
Alexander’s large hand gripping her head continued to apply force, domineeringly holding her captive in a deep kiss.
Her lips were softer than he imagined! Soft and sweet!
The more he kissed, the stiffer his body became, so stiff that he couldn’t move, the more he kissed, the less he wanted to let go... How was it possible that someone with such self-control couldn’t restrain this feeling!
Moreover, the more he restrained, the more intense it became!
Alexander finally understood... the Crown Prince’s overwhelming love for Eva Nightingale was as uncontrollable as this.
He didn’t understand before... but now, he realized how disappointing it was for even his body to betray him!
"..." Carla Carr was utterly bewildered! Was there something wrong with Alexander Kingsley’s brain?
She, the famous Carla the Debauchee, had been an adult for a while, okay? Wasn’t he asking something he already knew?
Carla Carr was the same age as Eva Nightingale!
She responded drowsily, "I’m the same age as Eva, 20."
The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, with an irresistible hint of invitation.
Alexander Kingsley took a deep, low breath, picked her up by the waist, and walked into presidential suite 1313.
The Crown Prince and Eva Nightingale were in 1314, while he and Carla Carr took 1313.
Both rooms were filled with flowers, originally prepared by the Crown Prince, but they were only going to use one room that night.
Tonight, they would borrow the Crown Prince’s room to sleep.
Carla Carr looked up, alcohol making her groggy, her listless form like that of a little cat, obediently nestled on Alexander’s shoulder.
Looking even more adorable than usual, a clear result of indulgence in alcohol.
With Alexander holding her, the electric shock in her body hadn’t subsided, only growing stronger.
"Alexander Kingsley, just go!"
"I won’t bother you anymore in the future!"
"And I won’t cause you trouble!"
She didn’t mean to play hard to get, to be honest, thinking back, she had been a bit over the top before.
A young lady persistently demanding a man sleep with her, what was that?
To those who didn’t know, it seemed like she was quite indiscriminate, treating relationships like a game, hopping into bed so easily!
She didn’t want Alexander Kingsley to think she was the type of woman who’d casually go to bed with a man.
Indeed, in love, it’s so unfair! A little carelessness could make one’s feelings seem cheap!
"Say that to me again?"
Alexander Kingsley’s voice dropped several degrees in coldness.
He directly dropped her onto the large bed, pinning her down: "You’re scared...of sleeping with me?"