"..." Is Miss treating him like a matchmaker?
But Harry North is a big, rugged man, not some matchmaking granny!
How did he end up with a string of love problems hanging on him ever since chatting with Miss Ella and his own Crown Princess Consort?
And now, his own miss is asking him to keep an eye out for potential matches...
In the depth of night.
The atmosphere is intimate.
Eva Nightingale is looking for Carla Carr when suddenly, a pair of long, strong hands encircle her slender waist from behind.
Her legs lift off the ground.
The hands appearing out of nowhere make her scream.
"Bastard, put me down~ don’t touch me..."
Just as the last syllable falls, the man really puts her down.
The familiar male scent rushes into her nostrils, but then drifts away.
He stands there leisurely, gazing down at her face, his eyes burning hot yet cold.
"..." Little thing! Who are you calling a bastard?
Sitting in a booth all night, his mind has been full of her, yet when he thinks of the little uncle, there’s a barrier in his heart.
He thought drinking would make him not think of her, but who would have guessed it only made him miss her even more.
Without a word, he reaches out again, pulling her into his arms, pressing her furry little head against his chest, through his black coat, against his chest muscles.
His muscles are so hot.
Eva’s face hurts from the impact!
"You..." She couldn’t have guessed it would be her husband! Turns out he really came back home, and yet truly didn’t come to see her.
Earlier, he was really in the VIP booth playing games, stripping?
Did he strip for those women to see?
She feels uneasy and a bit sad.
This is her man, how could he...
Caught off guard, her lips are sealed.
His cold breath rushes toward her, capturing her tender lips.
The taste between her lips is so familiar, so fragrant, enough to make one lose themselves in greed.
He doesn’t care that they’re in a nightclub, just holds her back and kisses her dominantly.
The overwhelming kiss lasts about a minute before he reluctantly lets her go.
His cold eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze falls from her face to her lips, now a bit red and swollen, more alluring than before.
There are her fair collarbones and neck...
She wears a vermilion dress with an off-shoulder design, showing off all her pale skin.
Under the colorful spotlights, her skin looks even more delicate and smooth, more enticing.
Who told her to wear so little!
His gaze falls further, the hem of her dress barely reaching above her thighs, not even covering her knees.
Her legs are so white and slender, her skin like porcelain.
On her feet are a pair of beautiful crystal high heels.
This outfit, who’s she trying to seduce?
Was she planning to keep him awake all night? He’s a strong, robust man, how could he sleep quietly !
As if in punishment, he still doesn’t speak a word.
He grips her head with his big hand, biting her lips again.
Punishment, indeed a punishment.
The earlier kiss was too light.
"Ah, Crown Prince, don’t..."
With a woman’s sixth sense, she realizes this man is angry!
So, obediently, she pleads under his lips.
Her tone is soft and gentle, carrying a hint of pleasure, the kind that no man can resist!
Now he truly is the Crown Prince, the rumored grim reaper, the Crown Prince!
He’s different from the gentle husband she’s used to...
Well, maybe not so different.
He acts as if nothing happened, gently lifting her face to ask.