Lucas Knight anxiously held her as they entered the emergency department.
Since he had kept her pregnancy a secret from her, upon entering the department, he gently knocked her unconscious.
The doctors, very serious, conducted a thorough series of examinations on Eva Nightingale, leaving no detail unchecked.
By the time everything was done, two hours had passed.
The director respectfully said, "Crown Prince, this young lady is carrying twins. The fetal heartbeats are all normal, and the babies are doing well."
"Her complexion is a bit pale. I’ve prescribed some nutritional injections for her."
"Additionally, Crown Prince, she may experience mood swings, morning sickness, drowsiness, and loss of appetite, all of which are normal symptoms."
The director, dutifully, did not dare to neglect the Crown Prince and continued to advise:
"The Young Madam’s body is somewhat weak; she must rest and should come to the hospital regularly for a series of check-ups..."
"Hmm." Lucas Knight responded.
All good, nothing to worry about.
Did she know how anxious he was just now? Ever since he found out about her pregnancy, he’s been so worried and restless.
"If there’s nothing else, boss, I’ll take my leave now."
"If there’s anything, just call me over!"
Lucas Knight nodded in agreement, "Hmm."
Eva felt her small hand being wrapped tightly in a large palm.
Opening her eyes, she saw Lucas Knight sitting there like a cold iceberg.
His tone carried a hint of mischievousness, "Wife, are you okay?"
"I’m... I’m fine..." she replied somewhat guiltily.
"Um, I’m okay, you don’t have to worry about me!"
"The doctor said you must lie down properly now," he commanded coldly, "so you must rest and stay still!"
Eva: "..." Is he always this domineering?
"But honey, don’t hold my hand so tightly!" After all, isn’t it better to keep a bit of distance?
"Hmm?" He furrowed his brow, his handsome features full of dominance, not allowing her to pull back her hand.
Eva murmured, "You’re really domineering!"
"Extremely domineering!"
"Even if I’m extremely domineering, it’s only for you!"
They stayed in the hospital until the afternoon before finally leaving.
A row of luxury cars stood quietly outside the hospital. Eva and Lucas Knight got into one and headed back to the Summer Palace.
As they entered the room, a scent of roses filled the air.
"Honey, did you buy the flowers in the room?"
"No," he said, "I didn’t buy them; I just brought them back from China on a whim! They looked nice, so I brought them for you!"
Nearby, Harry North frowned and mentally commented: Miss Eva, the Crown Prince is lying! These roses were cut by him at the White Estate before returning to the country, 9,999 of them! It took several hours! The Crown Prince’s hands were even pricked by the thorns! If you don’t believe it, look for yourself!
Miss Eva, the Crown Prince has prepared a big surprise for you...
Just as he thought this, Harry received a cold, sharp glare from the master: "Get out!" He’s being too nosy!
"Yes," Harry retreated respectfully.
Eva raised an eyebrow, looking at the bed full of roses, there were thousands, shaped into a heart!
Such beautifully and romantically packaged roses, are they really... just casually brought along?
"Honey, did you really bring these on a whim?"
"Hmm." Very thoughtfully whimsical.