Edward White finished giving his orders and then went to find Eva Nightingale.
Pain, exhaustion. That was Eva’s first sensation, besides the pungent smell of disinfectant in her nose.
"Click"—the door was pushed open, and a tall, handsome figure entered, with long, straight legs and such a strikingly handsome face.
"Crown Princess Consort Eva."
Edward White sat by the bedside with a charming smile, looking at Eva with concern: "How are you feeling?"
"Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable? Hmm?"
Crown Princess Consort? Eva furrowed her brow, looking around the room. What did this man call her?
Crown Princess Consort?
One sentence petrified Edward White. ’Who are you’?
His first reaction was that she had amnesia.
Edward White chuckled bitterly: "Don’t scare me like that!" This kind of joke isn’t funny at all! Ella’s mind hadn’t recovered yet, Edward was scared enough already, how could he handle such news?
He couldn’t handle it.
"Crown Princess Consort, don’t joke around!"
Edward White repeated.
"..." Eva furrowed her brows as she looked at the man in a suit; he was dashing, exuding a certain charm, and his voice wasn’t bad either.
But, Eva wasn’t familiar with him.
No, she didn’t know him.
Didn’t know, really didn’t know.
Edward White looked at Eva’s puzzled and scrutinizing gaze, feeling out of sorts, strawberries fell to the ground...
Ignoring it, he rushed out of the room.
He stormed into the dean’s office, grabbing the dean’s collar: "Didn’t you say she was fine? Is there something wrong with her brain?"
"Master White, calm down, calm down!" The dean was dripping with cold sweat, "Master White..."
The dean explained: "She might have had some mental shock, too much stimulation, and chose to hide a segment of her memory."
"A segment she herself doesn’t want to recall."
"Please calm down, Master White! This isn’t serious; if she’s in a good mood, she might remember in a week. She has temporary selective amnesia, hiding this memory in her subconscious because she doesn’t want to accept the painful memory. Proper psychological guidance is needed... if she’s in a better mood, she might be fine in a few days."
The experts and doctors have done everything they can.
Filled with rage, Edward White flung the dean away and stormed out the door...
The one who ties the bell must undo it.
Other than the Crown Prince, the President! Who else could possibly make her remember?
Edward White felt a bit sour; he had been upset for a long time about Ella’s amnesia, and if now Eva had forgotten Crown Prince Lucas Knight...
How upset would he be?
Edward White rushed back into the ward, shedding his cold demeanor, looking softly at Eva, and gently asked:
"Olivia, you’re pregnant."
"Who is your husband?"
Husband? Eva was stunned, her husband was surely Lolo! Lolo is her husband!
Edward White’s heart ached slightly as he asked again: "Olivia, what’s your husband’s name?" Get full chapters from novel~fire~net
He shuddered, Carla Carr? Isn’t that Admiral’s woman? Admiral’s little disciple?
Alexander Kingsley even gave Carla a nickname, calling her Little - Rascal, just hearing it was cringe~inducing!
Now everything’s fine.
The Admiral pairs with the Crown Prince, Olivia pairs with Carla! Just like that? Oh dear, what’s supposed to happen now!
Edward White was still unwilling to accept the truth, asking once more: "Olivia, don’t joke, who is your husband?"