He seemed to be poisoned by her, a kind of love poison with no cure, and all the psychiatric experts in the Sovereign Capital said they couldn’t find any mental illness in him!
Edward White doesn’t want women, and of course neither does the Admiral!
"Crown Prince... wants..." Does he want the school belle, were words he couldn’t get out.
He received a cold stare from Lucas Knight.
The man forcibly changed his words to: "Crown Prince, would you like a cup of tea?"
"Hmm." Lucas Knight nodded.
The card game continued until after three in the morning.
The bottles of wine on the table were cleared one batch after another.
Lucas Knight didn’t touch a drop of alcohol that night, smoked a few cigars, and then got up and left.
Harry North respectfully: "Sir, Miss Eva Nightingale has already gone to bed."
"Didn’t you say you weren’t going back tonight?"
Lucas Knight looked at Harry North for two seconds before saying, "Harry, go and play cards with them!"
"..." Sir, Harry doesn’t want to strip.
However, it was a command from Lucas Knight; without looking back, he stepped into the elevator.
Harry North felt a chill down his back; now in the dead of night, his master was going back to sleep?
Yet, despite his internal refusal, Harry North already heard the Admiral’s invitation: "Harry, come and play cards."
Harry considered himself unlucky, he had to comply with these young masters’ words!
A black luxury car steadily stopped under Villa No. 8.
Military boots hit the ground, a pair of long and straight legs came into view.
The man walked into the villa with a firm and powerful stride.
At this hour, the villa was very quiet, Aunt Fang had already gone to bed, and so had Eva Nightingale.
The man went upstairs, skillfully opened the door, and went in.
Eva Nightingale was sleeping soundly.
Since she felt a bit cold when she first slept, she left the room heating on, and as a result, it became too hot.
She simply changed into a thin silk nightgown, with particularly thin straps and a very short skirt.
She still couldn’t change her habit of kicking the blanket, and hugged a large bear stuffed with his clothes, sleeping from the head of the bed to the foot!
Half of the blanket had fallen to the floor.
A familiar masculine scent filled her nostrils, extremely pleasant, giving a great sense of security.
His large hand gently scooped her up, and Eva fell entirely into his arms.
He held her and slept until dawn.
She seemed to have some hyperactivity, occasionally reaching out to touch his chest, occasionally rubbing her legs against him.
If she weren’t asleep.
He would have thought she was doing it on purpose.
She slept soundly until dawn.
When Eva Nightingale woke up, the side of the bed was empty, the pillow beside her was slightly indented, and on the blanket, there seemed to be his scent.
The latter half of the night she slept exceptionally well; was it because she was too tired? Or did she miss him?
It seemed she had a dream about him!
Dreamt that, as usual, she was held by the man, sleeping in his firm embrace.
Eva Nightingale sat up.
She looked around the room, there was no trace of him, the big bear was at the foot of the bed, could it be, she wasn’t holding the bear to sleep last night?
In the past, sleeping with the bear was never that comfortable.
Because she missed the scent from last night’s dream, she shrank back into bed, covered herself with the blanket, leaving only her head exposed.
Huh, that’s strange, on this bed, there really seems to be his scent!