If she didn’t listen, he would lose his temper again.
The consequences of his losing his temper were very serious.
Did she want to be thoroughly and intensely dealt with? The kind where XXX, then XXX, and finally XXX type of handling? Hmm?
Eva Nightingale wasn’t going to listen to him; she was determined to escape because this Dark Lord was terrifying!
Being with him, she feared he might drive her to madness.
She walked along a wooden bridge over the pink misty grass, confirming he hadn’t followed before she found a place to sit quietly.
His voice came coldly again.
Before she could react, he embraced her and pushed her onto the soft grass.
What was he trying to do?
"Um... Mr. President, don’t..."
"I beg you, don’t..."
Hmm? What’s wrong with hugging her? Did she have to be so pitiful?
He wouldn’t go as far as to do such a thing to her.
He didn’t let her go.
Eva’s first sensation was the soft grass behind her; the second was the man on top of her, already undressing. What was he trying to do?
He took off his coat, laid it on the grass, and then had her lie on his clothes.
"How will you thank me?"
"I plan to collect a debt, so don’t get too happy too quickly."
Sure enough, the next second, he leaned down with his thin lips: "As the First Lady, you must have the bearing of a First Lady."
"Do you know how to serve your man?"
"..." She got up, "Alright, I’m not lying on your clothes anymore, is that okay?"
Hmph, she wouldn’t comply, really wouldn’t.
Why was this ex-husband so unpredictable and inconsistent!
"Kiss me," he commanded, "If you don’t do as I say, you’ll regret it."
What was this Dark Lord trying to do now?
"Kiss me, and if I’m satisfied tonight, I might consider letting you go."
"Really?" If that were true, she’d really prefer him to quiet down and never see him again.
"Hmm." He confirmed it.
After speaking, he approached her, hooked her slender waist, bringing his lips near hers, his hot breath enveloping her face.
Eva closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit his lip.
For some reason, the moment their lips touched, there was a tingling sensation, a warmth from her fingers, as if thousands of ants were crawling around.
A densely packed feeling...
Tingling and electric, like a powerful current flowing through her entire body into her left ventricle.
His scent was so pleasant, fresh yet magnetic.
This was her husband’s scent...
Yes, she couldn’t be wrong! She missed him so much, missed this scent, but the feeling he gave could never return to how it was before.
Just a few days had completely destroyed all her affection...
Yes, she almost collapsed!
She ended the kiss without hesitation.
He wasn’t satisfied, holding her tightly and refusing to let go. The next second, his gaze fell on her neck, noticing the dazzling Heart of the Ocean Necklace...
Damn it, why was she still wearing something given by that man?
His heart sank, his face darkened.
Without hesitating, he tore it off and threw it directly into the thick pink misty grass.
"Ah, what are you doing!"
Why did he tear her necklace off and throw it away?
"Hmm?" He seemed to think this wasn’t enough, his gaze landing on her hand: the Heart of the Ocean Diamond Ring.