"Go wait for me, got it?"
Waiting for him? For some reason, her face flushed again.
This jerk, the Dark Lord.
Why does nothing good ever come out of his mouth?
"Be good, now what’s wrong?"
His deep and cold phoenix eyes looked at her, no longer as icy as before.
"I..." She snapped back to reality, looking at the superficially noble, yet roguish-speaking man, "Mr. President, I think there’s no need for us to go to the civil affairs bureau to remarry."
She no longer wanted to marry him.
Just let it be, just let it be?
"Alright, be good." His tone was full of indulgence, "I said we’re getting married, so we’re getting married."
Do you know how many women out there are lining up for him?
But none of those women caught his eye.
He suddenly walked over, placing his large hand on her back, leaning close to her ear: "From now on, call me hubby, got it?"
An unquestionable tone.
The woman nodded to show she understood!
For some reason, Eva Nightingale was completely overpowered by him.
Why didn’t she realize he was this domineering before?
"Did you miss me?" the man asked.
"..." He still looked noble, saying these face-flushing words, yet acting like it was nothing. Eva Nightingale patted her head, wondering why she hadn’t noticed how "outstanding" he was before.
He still looked noble, his voice deep and pleasant like a heavenly tune, making it seem as if even her ears were getting pregnant.
"Baby, be good. Say you missed me."
"Okay, okay, okay! I missed you!" Is that enough now?
"You’re Mr. President! Your power is invincible, so many women fancy you, so many women miss you, of course I miss you too..."
Not only is his authority immense, but his temper isn’t small either!
He suddenly leaned over, paused: "Hmm, as long as you know, woman!"
"Narcissist..." Though he has reason to be narcissistic, but, cough cough, being too narcissistic is not good!
Not planning to talk to him anymore, she picked up the hairdryer, ready to dry her hair, only for him to calmly walk over and snatch the hairdryer from her hand.
Then, like a lord: "Sit still." He said as he reached to gently pull her long hair.
Drying hair, of course a man’s job!
"..." Eva Nightingale turned around and punched him in the chest, "Nam, Gong, Li, Ye, I’ll dry my hair myself, no need to trouble you!"
She originally intended to comply with him, then ignore him and plan to run away and hide.
Who knew, his tone suddenly became, "Eva, unhappy that I’m drying your hair?" This was his first time helping a woman dry her hair!
"I have hands, I can do it myself." She said.
"I’ll do it." He said dominantly, "Don’t defy me."
"You have no choice!" She defied him, making him angry. But since she’s his woman, he didn’t want to hurt her! He wouldn’t even harm a single hair on her head.
"Do you even know how to dry hair?" Eva Nightingale asked.
"Are you disdainful?"
"A bit!" Actually, she wasn’t disdainful, but women often say things they don’t mean.
Plus, she felt this man wasn’t that easy to deal with, right?
"I’ll give you another chance to rephrase." Dare to disdain him? This woman’s got guts, huh?
"No... not at all!" Admitting defeat now isn’t real defeat, it’s understanding when to advance and retreat.
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