"..." What? Bring back little buns? And two of them?
The old lady’s fingers trembled, almost spilling the tea.
If anyone else said this, she would believe it, but if Lucas Knight says it, it’s absolutely unbelievable!
He, who is so cold all day, without even a woman by his side, claiming to bring back little buns?
In the past, if the women sent to him were favored by him, maybe there would be little buns!
She had already settled for less, just finding someone, a living person to marry would be enough, what more does he want...
Helplessly, he is the President, what can she do?
All she could do was stew in her own frustration and sigh.
Who could she blame for being so fond of him!
Since she had raised him alone from childhood, she was more than familiar with his temperament!
It seems destined that she will have regrets in this lifetime.
Eva Nightingale didn’t see Lucas Knight all day.
She didn’t have an appetite for two meals.
In the afternoon, Dr. Meng came to check on her, and after confirming she was fine, he left.
Due to that tussle with Violet Hargrove the other night, her stomach was a bit uncomfortable that evening, but she was fine now.
And again, it was late at night.
She lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time, unable to sleep.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before she finally fell asleep with effort.
Her sleep wasn’t restful.
In the darkness, a pair of large hands wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.
She again found herself in a solid, warm embrace, gradually falling into a deep sleep.
The man’s cold, thin lips gently pressed against her forehead, her beautiful eyes, her pretty nose, and finally fell on her tender lips.
Because she was indeed asleep.
So his movements were particularly gentle, fearing he might hurt or wake her.
His lips, and hers, pressed tightly together... This kiss lasted for a full two minutes before he let go of her.
Damn it, he reacted again!
But she’s his, she’s his!
He could only suppress his fire, holding her, quietly falling asleep.
Her fuzzy head was rubbing against his chest; he didn’t know if she liked being held by him.
He only felt her small hand holding him, tighter and tighter, and eventually, she simply draped her leg over him.
And then, habitually, she rubbed back and forth on his waist and abdomen...
What to do? Uncomfortable, just endure it! After all, she’s his wife! Making him jealous! And what if he gets jealous, he still has to pamper her! Pamper her!
He couldn’t let her feel neglected even for a moment.
Without holding her to sleep, he really couldn’t fall asleep, so he had to hold her to sleep... because he also missed her.
This business trip lasted a whole week, a full week.
When Eva Nightingale got up, her first reaction was that she had another dream last night!
Moreover, when she went to wash up, she noticed her lips were slightly red, as if they had been kissed.
But she didn’t think much of it.
After washing up, she went downstairs in her pajamas.
Aunt Fang was surprised, her eyes lingering on Eva’s smooth back, unwilling to look away.
Eva noticed: "Aunt Fang, what’s wrong with my back?"
Why was Aunt Fang staring?
"No... nothing, miss, eat more."
Aunt Fang couldn’t say that last night, in the middle of the night, she saw the Crown Prince come to the villa and head straight upstairs to Miss Eva’s room!
Aunt Fang saw it when she got up at night.
Now Miss Eva’s back was covered with kiss marks... varying in depth, making Aunt Fang blush!
She guessed that last night, the Crown Prince couldn’t help himself when he saw her and secretly kissed her back. Apparently, their relationship wasn’t that strained...
Aunt Fang smiled, found an excuse, and went downstairs.