"What’s your President’s name? Is he good-looking? Is he nice?"
The bodyguard answered, "Lucas Knight."
"He’s so handsome he could split skies, and yes, he’s nice."
Our President must be sky-splittingly handsome, but as for being nice... Well, that depends on who he’s dealing with.
Ahem, that’s about it, right?
Lucas Knight, why does that name have her surname? She thought of a phrase: "With your surname, crown my name."
The mingling of Lucas, dark and wild, morning and evening, like an intoxicating poppy.
The President’s name sounds damn good.
If she weren’t pregnant, she’d have this man sorted out sooner or later. Ahem, getting ahead of herself there.
Eva Nightingale said sternly, "Sorry, miss, I’m really busy. If you want to invite me, show some sincerity, have the guts..."
"Have the guts to get your President to personally invite me."
If he doesn’t come personally, I’m not going.
"..." The bodyguard shivered. Miss sure talks big, demanding the President’s personal invitation right off the bat.
The bodyguard had no choice but to slink away.
Nightfall Palace, Presidential Suite.
The bodyguards came back to report: "Mr. President, Miss Eva Nightingale won’t come. She said..."
"Said what?" The man lounging on the sofa lazily cast his cold eyes over.
The bodyguard felt a shiver run down his spine, trembling from that piercing gaze.
With a shaky voice, he said, "Back to your Excellency, Miss Eva Nightingale says she wants you to personally invite her."
Hmm? Lucas Knight smirked slightly.
Personally invite her?
This little thing, quite bold.
Fine, invite her, personally.
He would personally pick her up, give her whatever she wanted. Would she be satisfied then? Little thing!
The thought of her brought an involuntary, devilish curl to his lips. He smiled, with a charm caught at his lip’s edge.
The bodyguards almost thought they were seeing things. Why was it not turning out as expected?
Miss Eva Nightingale was so arrogant, shouldn’t the President be mad? Be mad and not want her to come.
But, it seemed... they were overthinking it.
"Then I’ll personally go pick her up."
Lucas Knight stood up, wearing a robe due to his injury, making it easier to change the bandages, with a loosely tied belt at his waist.
Giving off an air of lazy nonchalance, plus a tinge of abstinent nobility.
He was tall and straight, much taller than the average person, and everything looked good on him.
The bodyguard was stunned.
The President is personally going to pick up that woman?
"Mr. President, your injury..."
"No problem." He uttered two words and left the room. For an ordinary person, this kind of injury would be serious, but he thought nothing of it.
If it wasn’t about her, it wasn’t an issue.
The two cuts on his chest were nothing.
Dear wife, how about I personally pick you up!
Little thing, your man is coming to personally get you, satisfied? He thought .
Edward White had merely gone out, made a call home to Ella White.
But upon returning to the room, the bodyguards said the Crown Prince had gone out, so Edward was worried.
The weather outside was bad, with sudden downpours coming all the time recently.
The Crown Prince wasn’t resting properly, going out with injuries, did he have a death wish?
If he got caught in the rain, and the wounds got infected and worsened, it would be unimaginable. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novelꞁire.net
Edward didn’t think twice, grabbed his suit jacket, rushed out of the Presidential Suite, quickly following.
As a long-time good friend, of course, he had to stop him, health is most important...