"Woman, do you think you can escape?"
He shoved the woman in his arms into the passenger seat and forcibly buckled her seatbelt:
"Carrying my heir, where can you escape to? Hmm?"
His sudden change left Eva Nightingale seemingly stunned... even a bit afraid of him.
He didn’t say anything further, just drove the car away.
Half an hour later, the car came to a steady stop under the Nightfall Palace. He got out, walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and scooped her into his arms.
Then, holding her, he walked straight into the Nightfall Palace, into the presidential suite.
Eva was tossed onto the big bed.
Initially, she thought he intended to do something bad, but unexpectedly, he simply stood up without looking at her and left.
The heavy, ornate door closed once more.
Eva didn’t move, her eyes moist again. Was something wrong with her? She pinched herself hard. It hurt. This wasn’t an illusion. It was all real!
Was it delusion before? That husband before, was he just a figment of her imagination?
Did Benjamin Grant’s infidelity hurt her so much that she hallucinated... thinking that the dark, devilish emperor from the legends was that good?
She was indeed impulsive, having a quick marriage with Mr. President! Getting hastily married to the Crown Prince!
And then, confusingly, getting divorced!
He was cold one moment, warm the next, almost driving her insane!
Oh, she didn’t want this... she wanted her old husband, she wanted the old Lucas Knight, she missed him, she missed him so much!
She missed him so much!
Was it all a disguise before, and like the rumors said, was she just played with until he got bored!
Slept with her enough, got bored.
Coming back to marry her, only to divorce again, is this all a fun game!
A wave of nausea surged in her stomach, and Eva quickly got up, leaning over the trash can, dry heaving for ages...
She didn’t know how much time passed.
The door of the presidential suite was knocked.
Then, the door was opened from the outside.
Dr. Meng entered respectfully: "Miss Nightingale, I have something to discuss with you."
"Is that so..." she spoke two words, her voice a little low, a little hoarse.
Dr. Meng held a thick document in his hand and said: "Miss. This is a contract, a surrogacy contract."
"Mr. President says that you’re carrying his heir, and the child can’t be born without a name or title, so you need to sign this contract, and give birth to the child for him... The marriage term is for a year later."
"After a year, you give birth to the child, the contract expires, and you divorce. Of course, the compensation and arrangements offered to you are very generous..."
Dr. Meng handed the contract to Eva.
Eva didn’t catch it, and the contract fell directly to the ground.
Husband... How could her husband do this to her!
Where did that caring and loving husband of hers go!
He originally said he didn’t want children, always took precautions, so why on earth did she get pregnant!
Was his initial intention to use her womb to have a child!
Tears started falling again, like rain hitting the ground...
She was wrong! Wasn’t being wrong enough!
With her humble status, how could she be worthy of the Crown Prince, how could she be worthy of... being the First Lady...
She truly realized her mistake, if all of this was fake from the start, she would rather it had never happened.
"What if I refuse to sign."
"Miss," Dr. Meng said, "do not doubt Mr. President’s means."