He got up, like performing a magic trick, pulled out a pen, then took a slip of paper from the table, and wrote down three rules:
Lucas Knight’s money belongs to Eva Nightingale
Lucas Knight’s person belongs to Eva Nightingale
Lucas Knight’s heart belongs to Eva Nightingale
It’s still the same handwriting as before, flamboyant and cursive, making people’s heads spin.
After writing, he tossed the note into Eva Nightingale’s hands.
She glanced at it listlessly for a couple of seconds, flamboyant and cursive, could she say she didn’t understand it?
She chuckled, then said, "Sir... I think we’re being too rash!"
"What’s wrong?" His face suddenly darkened, then eyed her coldly and sharply, slightly opening his thin lips, "Woman, where are we being rash!"
This isn’t rash at all; he’s the father of the child in her belly, she’s carrying his heir, and now she dares to say it’s rash? Hmm?
In this life, even if she grows wings, she won’t escape from his grasp; he will pamper her well, will pet her for a lifetime.
Originally planned to take her to make it official, but... now she seems hesitant, what is she worried about, hmm?
"Woman, carrying my heir, still wants to run?" His tone was indulgent; as he spoke, he approached her, then forcibly turned her little face, and then, dominantly kissed her, hmm, the taste was really sweet, so sweet.
He left her rosy lips, slightly opened his thin lips, and said, "Put on some clothes, accompany me for a meal."
Having said that, he straightened his body and went out.
His tone was not a negotiation, but a complete command, a full command, leaving her no chance to resist.
Eva Nightingale turned her head, belatedly realizing and glancing at the man, only seeing a tall, upright back disappearing like that, then his footsteps gradually becoming distant.
Inwardly, she marveled, is this man too domineering, with a tone of complete command, obviously used to ordering people around?
What on earth is his status?
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She kind of likes this kind of domineering, moreover, genuinely likes it.
The presidential suite’s door was opened again, "click".
A maid, holding a delicate box in her hand, walked in respectfully: "Miss Nightingale, this is a small dress the President asked me to bring for you, the size is just right."
"Please freshen up, change clothes, and join our President for a meal."
"..." What? President?
Eva Nightingale nearly thought she was hearing things.
That man, the man she unknowingly slept with last night, is the President? Is this a joke?
Did she really, like in a novel, unknowingly sleep with a big boss, and then...
"Ahem, did you deliver to the wrong room?" What did she do to deserve this?
What kind of luck does Eva Nightingale have to deserve this?
"Miss Nightingale. We delivered correctly, the President personally said to bring the dress to you, and once you’re dressed, join him for dinner."
The maid was respectful.
Then continued, "The President also said that you’re carrying his heir and mustn’t be hungry, so you... obediently listen."
The maid’s face was blushing as she spoke.
After finishing, she said, "Miss, we will step back now. Once you’re dressed, we’ll come to escort you."
Eva Nightingale: "..."