Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of Nightfall Palace. The driver got out, opened the car door, and politely said, "Mr. President, please get out of the car."
Lucas Knight stepped out his long legs and, after getting out of the car, walked into the presidential suite.
Edward White had already received news of Lucas Knight’s unexpected return to the country.
So he hurried from Renai Hospital to Nightfall Palace.
The Crown Prince is fine, he should be happy for that... this sudden return caught Edward off guard. The most update n0vels are published on novelꞁire.net
Eva Nightingale’s mind seemed to have some issues.
She doesn’t remember him. She forgot. She forgot that the father of the little baby in her belly is him. This news, Edward White couldn’t bring himself to speak out, not knowing how to start.
He’s afraid that once he says it, Lucas Knight would be so angry that he might cough up blood or pass out from the rage...
Edward White lit a cigarette, his heart skipped a beat; Ella’s mind hadn’t even recovered, and now this happened, it was truly unexpected.
The door of the presidential suite opened.
Then, a chill swept in, steadily and strongly approaching Edward White.
Edward White shivered: "Cough cough, Crown Prince! Are you alright?" Edward hastily changed the subject, "How did you get injured? Who stabbed you twice in the chest? Logically, those spies shouldn’t have been able to get close to you..."
"How exactly did you get hurt..."
Before Edward White could finish rambling his words, Lucas Knight shot him a cold glare, so cold that Edward swallowed back the words that had been half-spoken.
Wasn’t it just a question about who stabbed him twice in the chest?
Is there really a need to look at him like that!
Lucas Knight cut straight to the point, eager to see her, to hold her in his arms... wrap her in his embrace.
At night, when he held her to sleep, would she catch the scent of blood and feel uneasy sleeping?
He missed her so much.
Thinking of her delicate little face made his lips curve with a smile, and he barely felt the pain in his chest, his mind filled only with thoughts of her and the little bun.
Edward White paused for a moment, then added, "The Crown Princess Consort has been discharged from the hospital and returned to Villa No.8."
Edward White is a man.
He understands how uncomfortable, how longing it must feel at them moment.
If he wants to see Eva Nightingale, just go pick her up; after all, Edward White couldn’t stop him, there was no way to stop him.
The bodyguards nodded belatedly: "Yes, Mr. President! We’ll go bring Miss Nightingale right away."
Eva was watering the jasmine flowers, muttering, "Little Jasmine, my dear is out buying groceries."
"I take care of you every day, watering you, why haven’t you bloomed yet."
Eva usually likes planting small flowers and grasses, they are pleasing to the eyes.
Wearing a white long dress, her long, light tea-colored hair casually draped over her shoulders, she was so engrossed in talking that she didn’t notice a group of men in black approaching from behind.
"Miss Nightingale, our Mr. President requests your presence."
"Ah, ghost!" Eva was startled, the watering can in her hand falling to the ground. She clapped her hands, "What’s up? In broad daylight, who are you trying to scare wearing all black?"
The bodyguard, head bowed, was momentarily stunned.
After two seconds, he continued, "Miss Nightingale, our Mr. President requests your presence."
President, Mr. President?
Mr. President invites her? Well, their ancestral grave must have emitted smoke, climbing up to Mr. President !