"Didn’t you and that man used to hook up in the car? Why are you pretending to be pure now?"
As he spoke, he started pulling at her clothes.
"Bang!" Suddenly a punch came out of nowhere, landing directly on Benjamin Grant’s face, knocking him sideways onto the car.
Lucas Knight emanated a cold aura, well, this little bastard, he couldn’t even bear to touch her.
A fire raged in his eyes as he threw two more punches at Benjamin Grant, who was knocked to the ground, screaming in pain: "Ah!"
Eva Nightingale was truly scared out of her wits.
She covered her clothes, her body trembling slightly.
Benjamin Grant screamed for a long time, then was silent... probably beaten senseless...
"Baby." The man came over, "Are you okay?" He admitted, at this moment he was gentler, more anxious than ever.
"Mr. Knight, please stay away from me." Indeed, she refused...
Not satisfied, right? He went back and kicked the passed-out Benjamin Grant on the ground for a long time, damn it, dared to touch his woman, who did he think he was?
Kicked him until Benjamin Grant was covered in blood, an entire arm dislocated.
He came over, a dangerous aura enveloping her: "Baby, don’t look."
"..." Her eyes were covered by him.
Benjamin Grant deserved it... he beat him up, helped her, but the things he did before kept coming to mind...
She felt she didn’t want to be close to him anymore: "Lucas Knight, stay away from me?"
After being so good to her, she still refused him.
Alright. He wasn’t angry, just like performing a magic trick, he pulled out a dagger from who knows where and placed it into her hand.
Then, he leaned close to her, holding her hand, he stabbed it hard into his chest.
A stream of blood seeped out from his chest.
"Little idiot, I told you, if you don’t like it, just hit me!"
"You won’t hit me, so stab me with a knife at least, right? Want another stab?"
"This is a privilege I’m giving you, darling."
"..." Eva Nightingale was completely petrified, looking at the bloody knife in her hand, it was his blood.
Her nose instantly turned red.
Husband, her husband...
"Still crying?" Still crying? He curled his lips, smiled, little idiot, want to try a gun next time?
Give him a shot, alright?
She hated him so much.
Eva Nightingale’s tears fell rapidly, she bit her lips, biting them until they bled: "Lucas Knight! Mr. President, have you had enough?"
Her heart was breaking.
He hugged her tightly, leaned close to her: "In the future, when you’re angry, just hit me, stab me with a knife, until you’re satisfied."
"Aren’t you afraid of pain?" That dagger, stabbed in his chest, it bled, it must hurt... she was so anxious, she stabbed him... it was her.
"Husband... let’s go to the hospital..."
She was about to break down.
"Hold on." He forcefully turned her face towards him and kissed her.
Damn it, a real man, what’s a stab from his own woman?
That’s nothing, nothing at all, understand?
A woman hitting him, stabbing him with a knife, it’s a compliment, he liked it, liked it a lot.
He didn’t feel any pain.
As long as she’s happy...
What’s a few more stabs?
"Mmm." Eva Nightingale was kissed breathless, not knowing why, it seemed there was a taste of blood in her mouth...
Meanwhile, as he kissed her for the first time, he tasted bitterness, paused, and found her tears had slipped between their lips.
Baby, what’s the matter?
What did he do wrong!
Eva Nightingale said nothing, looking at him, completely pale, she felt exhausted... just now being harassed by Benjamin Grant, messed around for so long, her stomach felt uncomfortable.
Also... she actually... actually stabbed him.
She actually stabbed her beloved husband’s chest with a knife...
Her face turned deathly pale, her vision blurred and she completely lost consciousness.
She completely fainted.