"Marry me." He just uttered those words, softly.
The tone was filled with command.
Eva Nightingale had a moment of feeling like her brain had short-circuited. Just leaving the civil affairs bureau and he’s pulling her to go back again for marriage?
She glanced at him, her tone full of refusal. Why should they marry just because he wants to and divorce when he wants to?
No? His face instantly turned cold. She didn’t want him anymore, his Olivia didn’t want him!
"Then what do you want?"
"Hmm?" She pursed her lips, a little confused. What did he want?
"I’ll say it again, marry me."
Eva: "..." What on earth did he want? Wasn’t he satisfied with making her angry enough?
"I’ll make you want to." He said, lifting her chin, commanding, "Woman, remember, from now on, I’m your man, and you’re not allowed to be with other men."
She was quite capable.
Wanted to run away with a couple of little buns?
"..." She was stunned, not speaking.
It just felt like his lips were very close to hers, making her uneasy, making her heart race. What was this?
"Mr. Knight, please leave, I’m a little tired right now."
What? Calling him Mr.? Did she think he was that old?
Was he really that detestable to her?
"What if I don’t leave?"
"..." This man. What did he want? Wasn’t he busy? Didn’t the President need to deal with affairs?
Clinging to her , what was it for?
"Leave." She pushed him away, putting some distance between them.
It seemed she really disliked him, how she used to like Lucas Knight!
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Fine, he just couldn’t stand beautiful things, he wanted to personally destroy that beauty, to make her completely forget about him.
He suddenly pulled Eva over, pressing her onto the sofa, cupping her face, and began an overwhelming forceful kiss.
He didn’t leave a trace of gentleness, kissing her like that.
Eva resisted fiercely, but given the disparity in strength between a man and a woman, how could she be a match for him?
His kiss, as always, carried a tingling current, swiftly making her body weak.
"What, reacting even when being kissed?"
He was unabashed, as if fearing his words wouldn’t anger her to death.
"Good, I know you want to, being kissed by me."
"Here it is, just for you."
Before Eva could speak, he forcibly lifted her, carrying her upstairs.
Her shoes were removed, her entire being thrown onto the soft bed.
Then, his scorching body pressed down on her, fully covering her.
Eva’s face turned red, kicking at his chest, "Bastard." She was pregnant, what was he trying to do.
She had a baby in her stomach, if he kept this up... what if she moved the fetus?
"Hmm?" He grabbed her fair ankle, just like that, giving it a kiss, "Woman, who are you calling a bastard?"
Apparently, without teaching her properly, she wouldn’t know who he was!
Eva’s foot was kissed.
Wherever he touched her skin, it tingled and numbed her, her face flushed, trying to retract her foot, but he held it tightly, placing it on his shoulder, folding her into an unspeakable position.
Eva was held captive like that, unable to move.
Her hands were squeezed, placed above her head...
Then, the taste of him was on her lips again.
Her face flushed as she accused, "Let go of me."
"Beg me, then I’ll let you go. Hmm?"
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