Seeing her obediently admit defeat, he indeed felt somewhat satisfied, yet a raging fire surged within his heart.
He forcibly suppressed it.
He started the car and drove away.
Presidential Mansion.
The sports car screeched to a halt, coming to a steady stop.
He got out of the car, expressionless, walked to the passenger seat, and opened the door: "Get out."
His cold, intense breath swept across her face, that pleasant scent, almost fatal.
Eva Nightingale froze, furrowed her brows, feeling uneasy!
Lately, she’s been feeling anxious!
"Boss, Miss Nightingale, you’ve arrived! Please come inside." The maid approached, extremely polite.
"Okay." Lucas Knight nodded.
Then he looked at Eva Nightingale: "Sweetheart, should I carry you, or will you walk yourself?"
"Of course I’ll walk myself!" Who wants him to carry them!
He’s so cold, she definitely doesn’t want that.
Suddenly, she remembered her ex-husband.
Her eyes became wet again.
It turns out that she loves him deeply, within her innermost heart... Now, just thinking about his small kindness from before makes her unbearably sad.
Her heart aches. Husband, you must have deceived me on purpose, right? The old you will surely return, you will accompany me in having our baby properly...
Will it be a little princess or a little crown prince?
Husband, do you know how much I miss you?
"What’s wrong?" His cold breath pressed upon her, unceremoniously pinching her chin, "Sweetheart, not obedient~"
She didn’t know that seeing her made his heart ache.
His scent was extremely pleasant.
For a moment, she felt he was her husband.
He gently lifted her little face, his gaze intense:
"Sweetheart, be good, smile."
Her tears fell down in a rush, is this him? Is this her husband! Why does it feel so unfamiliar!
She remained deeply entrapped by his handsome face; it hasn’t changed since they first met.
Is she going against him again? He furrowed his brows, his tone growing colder:
"Little fool Eva, do you want to be punished again, hmm?"
"No!" She retreated two steps, moving away from the man’s hand gripping her.
"Then what’s the matter?" He smirked, the smile not reaching his eyes, his demeanor cold.
"Did you just say you liked me, is it true?"
Eva Nightingale: "False, of course I was lying to you! You knew I was lying, yet you still want to believe it?"
"If it were true, I’d be willing to believe..." he smirked, his tone suddenly softening.
"It’s not true, I don’t like you! You even went through with a divorce, I agreed, so... I want to break off relations with you now, Lucas Big Boss!"
Lucas Knight: "..."??
She really wants that?
"Eva Nightingale, you better not dream of it for this lifetime!"
"But I’ve already imagined it, not caring about you, breaking off relations forever like that."
Her words angered him.
"Eva Nightingale, your thought of breaking off relations and staying away from me will never happen, not even in the next life, much less this one." He said this and then bent down, hugged her, and directly carried her into the Presidential Mansion.
Not giving her even a second to argue back.
The maids at the Presidential Mansion respectfully greeted upon seeing him arrive: "Mr. President, you’re back? Dinner is already prepared."