A lazy, magnetic voice came from behind.
Eva Nightingale was still staring in the direction where Edward White had left, lost in thought, when a pair of large hands forcefully pulled her into an embrace.
Her fair face directly collided with a solid wall of muscle.
The man uttered just two cold and sharp words, commanding with an overbearing authority, allowing no room for negotiation.
As he finished speaking.
His large hand scooped her up directly, preparing to return to the room.
Eva Nightingale hadn’t found Ella White yet, how could she just go back without a care? If it hadn’t been for Ella White that night, she might have...
"Honey, Ella’s missing!"
She spoke up, her tone hiding a hint of pleading. Yes, Ella had risked everything to save her that night, and that’s why her mind got messed up.
How could Eva Nightingale just ignore it?
Lucas Knight held her, brought her back to his room, saying, "I’ve sent Harry North to find her. The best experts from Sovereign Capital are already on their way, trying to help her recover her memory and get better quickly."
"If it still doesn’t work."
"Then take her to New York."
Upon hearing this, Eva’s anxious heart finally relaxed a bit.
Only the medical technology in Sovereign Capital and New York is the best in the world. If Sovereign Capital can’t do it... will New York be effective?
She had already been placed in the washroom by the man.
"Then, wait for me in bed!"
Her face turned a bit red. Before she could react, he tilted her face up, sealing her small lips.
A cool touch covered her lips, gently kissing them.
His body exuded a cold aura, tinted with displeasure.
"From now on, at night you just sleep obediently, understand? Hmm?"
Despite being married, she was still wandering around at midnight with two little ones; it was infuriating.
He finished speaking and went out.
Eva Nightingale looked at his tall, straight back, stared for three seconds until he disappeared from sight, and then regained her senses.
Harry North finally found Ella White.
"Miss Ella, it’s chilly in the hallway, let’s go back!"
Harry was very polite, not daring to slack even a bit.
Ella composed herself, afraid that her disheveled appearance would be noticed: "Harry, I’m watching the stars. What are you here for?"
"..." Watching stars?
Harry adjusted his sunglasses; here on the floor by the stairway, could stars be seen?
"The young lady really knows how to joke."
But to be honest, Harry found that Miss Ella was very different after her illness.
Previously arrogant and lively.
"You go back yourself!" Ella said.
"Go back! I’m telling you to go back, didn’t you hear? If you make me angry, can you bear the responsibility? Hurry back!" Ella shouted, "Just go!"
"Oh." Harry didn’t dare to say anything.
But he didn’t dare leave either.
The President had instructed him to ensure her safety and take her back!
How could Harry dare leave?
Ella glared at him again.
Then furrowed her brow: "Fine! I’ll go with you, but you have to agree to one thing!"
"Get the doctor, I want an abortion! Arrange a procedure for me! Don’t tell anyone!"
Harry: "..." An abortion procedure? Are you kidding? Is Miss Ella pregnant?
Harry’s head spun, unable to wrap his mind around it!