Methods? What methods?
Her family is already , what does she have to be afraid of?
"Miss, you wouldn’t want Mrs. Nightingale to know you’ve been divorced, would you?" said Dr. Meng, "Miss, you wouldn’t want her to have a sudden heart attack in anger, would you?"
"No signing." She only had two words.
Can this contract be signed?
She truly loved him back then, can’t be described using a contract, can’t.
"Alright." Dr. Meng left.
The result, less than ten minutes later.
Eva’s phone rang, she opened it and saw a video, showing her grandmother in the hospital’s emergency room.
Eva watched, furious.
Grandma is so old already.
Despite having disputes with Violet Hargrove and Amos Nightingale, she hated them, but grandma is innocent.
Eva took a cab to the hospital, hastened to the emergency room, and indeed found grandma inside, with an oxygen tube inserted.
She was frightened, her face turning pale.
Why hadn’t she realized before that he was this kind of person?
Previously, she’d heard Emperor Lucas was not a good person, she didn’t believe it... because her former husband was just too good...
A chilling voice came from behind.
She turned around, bumping into a pair of cold dark eyes, huh, in his eyes, she was the only one, never considering anyone else.
To make her willingly lay beneath him and marry him, he would use any means, at any cost.
"Why are you crying? Hmm?"
He reached out, wiped away her tears, then grabbed her small hands and slapped his own face:
One slap wasn’t enough, he grabbed her small hands again and slapped his handsome face heavily:
"Woman, if you dislike me, you can hit me!"
"This is a privilege I give to you, only you."
"You can hit until you are happy."
"Anytime you are willing to marry me, anytime you are willing to willingly lie beneath me and call me husband, I can arrange for someone to save her..."
She was referring to the grandmother lying in the ICU.
Eva’s eyes were blurred, her palms were numb, because just now, she did hit him twice, and it was voluntary for him!
He himself grabbed her hand to hit his face!
This man, this cold-hearted man, really wasn’t her husband... wasn’t the Lucas Knight she knew, no...
Looking at the frail grandma, she softened, felt pain.
A lonely elderly, now helpless, Isabelle Nightingale would only mistreat the old folks, how pitiful, how pitiful grandma is...
If grandma was harmed because of her, she would never be at ease for a lifetime.
"That’s right." He scooped her up and brought his sexy lips close: "Kiss me."
She didn’t resist at all, closed her eyes, and brought her lips close.
He was greedy, ignoring people’s presence, just so, invading her small lips again and again, huh, really sweet, really beautiful.
Why did she not trust him!
The elderly was only sleeping, enjoying good food and care at the hospital, with professionals entertaining grandma, telling her stories.
How considerate he is.
He thinks of everything for her, why does she cry, cry like an idiot, cry for what?
Does she not know her crying pains him?
Does she not know her crying...
Eva was thrown into the luxurious car.
Just like that, without any resistance, she signed the agreement.
Surrogate agreement, one-year marriage, mutual non-interference.