Her tears were falling like raindrops.
"Why are you crying? Hmm?" He pinched her chin, did she know or not that he couldn’t stand to see her cry! The last thing he could bear was her tears!
Eva Nightingale’s chin was pinched so hard by him that it felt like it was going to shatter.
She held back her tears, pushed his hand away, and turned to leave.
She didn’t know where the mistake was, but with a woman’s sixth sense, she realized, he wasn’t Lucas Knight... He really wasn’t.
This feeling was particularly strange, as if... the person she used to know wasn’t him at all.
Or perhaps, she never really knew him before. It turned out, she really never understood him!
Lucas Knight’s fingers froze in mid-air. He only felt a throb in his head, as if two voices were constantly clamoring in his mind:
"No... you cannot hurt her! Give her whatever she wants, give her the stars in the sky, give everything! Don’t let her lose even a hair, even more so, don’t let her cry! She’s carrying my heir... you can’t let her cry!"
"Get lost, she’s carrying my child! When did it become your place to feel pity?"
"She’s mine, she’s my Olivia, she’s my Eva!"
"Hah, yours? Very well, you’ll never have a chance to come out again! I’ll make sure she completely... forgets you, forget you cleanly and utterly!"
It felt like his head was about to explode.
A fierce pain in the pit of his heart spread throughout his body; his chest ached intensely.
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his thin lips.
Fine beads of sweat gathered on his handsome forehead... those phoenix eyes were fixed dead ahead at the empty staircase, she was gone.
Woman, seems like if he doesn’t lose his temper, he really can’t handle her?
Fine, she doesn’t even listen to him anymore.
The atmosphere was indeed not good...
The garden was filled with white lanterns, white cloth...
It was all true, really true!
But why, why wasn’t any news spread out, why wasn’t there any news reports, why did she know nothing?
Eva was completely stunned.
She was still wearing the dress from the banquet today, hadn’t even changed her high heels, and rushed over just like that.
It was already four or five in the morning.
Most people were already asleep, but in the Nightingale Family mansion, there seemed to be someone, the door was open, so she could see inside at a glance.
Amid the rustling night.
Without thinking, Eva dragged her gown’s hem and rushed in, from afar, she could hear Mrs. Nightingale crying sorrowfully...
Growing up in the Nightingale Family, only Mrs. Nightingale was good to Eva.
So she had come to attend the grandmother’s birthday banquet back then.
"Miss! You can’t go in!" The housekeeper stopped Eva, raising his voice in protest, "You are no longer a Miss of the Nightingale Family, you cannot enter."
"What?" Eva turned slightly, narrowing her eyes at the housekeeper, "How presumptuous!" Blocking her? Was this Violet Hargrove’s order?
"Miss, it was you who killed the Master, now you are not allowed to enter! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being impolite!"
"..." When did Eva harm him? She wasn’t vicious to that extent!
Her heart ached, pounding heavily, she also shouted angrily, "Get lost! In the Nightingale Family, it’s not your place to reprimand me!"
The housekeeper trembled at her roar!
"You still recognize me as Miss?" Eva sneered, "When I was in the Nightingale Family, was I ever unkind to you? When did I ever mistreat you?"