He just curled his lips into a wicked smile, the smile not reaching his eyes: "Miss Carr, I’ve never cared about you, whether you’re the daughter of a high family or now of a lesser status..."
He still remembered that when he said those words, he saw her cry.
Little Evie, why are you crying? Didn’t she always cling to him, saying she liked him? If he didn’t mind, shouldn’t she be happy?
He no longer remembered how wonderful the banquet was that night, only that he felt so good being alone with her.
That night they were together, and later, just like that, they drew closer with mutual understanding...
And she changed her address: "Hubby!"
Every time she saw him after that, she would call him hubby, hubby!
"Once you call me hubby, you always have to call me that?"
The woman nodded: "Why not? Anyway, I’m not losing out, and Admiral, you’re benefiting too, aren’t you?" Saying this, she corrected herself, "Cough, cough, cough... Hubby, dear hubby, don’t you think I’m right?"
What a little rascal.
She was usually quite a rascal, so he gave her a nickname, little rascal, which he found very fitting and pleasant, his little rascal, Alexander’s little rascal.
At first, she was unwilling, refusing to accept that name, but as he kept calling her, she eventually accepted it.
She must have been sent by the heavens to torment him, now making him restless, with her image occupying his mind.
Alexander Kingsley couldn’t understand the Crown Prince and Eva Nightingale...
To be honest, at that time, the Crown Prince wouldn’t attend meetings, abandoning everything, and Alexander simply couldn’t understand.
"Adjutant Lee," Alexander Kingsley said, "what allegory should be used to describe the love story of the Crown Prince and Eva Nightingale?"
Alexander Kingsley knew. That day at the hospital, the situation was : the Crown Prince rushed Eva Nightingale to the hospital, and the doctor said she was experiencing severe fetal distress, and at that time Eva Nightingale’s face was very pale.
The doctors and specialists were anxious, and unsure if they could save the situation...
The Crown Prince immediately burst into a rage, delivering two punches to the head doctor, commanding, "Save her. Whether you can or not, you must save her."
See, for Eva Nightingale, he disregarded everything, even assaulted everyone at a hospital!
Adjutant Lee was stunned, following behind Alexander Kingsley: "Admiral, sir, for these matters, you should ask Harry North."
These kinds of things, Harry North excels at.
For instance, the definition of love: Love is when, while loving, you end up doing many things.
"Hmm." Alexander Kingsley curled his lips into a smile, the smile not reaching his eyes, carrying an unreadable air, and secretly thought, Harry North is truly excellent.
Alexander Kingsley boarded the plane that day.
From New York to the Sovereign Capital.
Because of all the events that had happened these days, and because Alexander Kingsley was still injured, wrapped in bandages, Adjutant Lee did not dare leave his side for a moment.
He stayed by his side the entire time with doctors, regularly changing the Admiral’s bandages.
Because the Admiral was none other than the President’s right-hand man, unable to afford a single mishap!
They reckoned the Crown Prince would come and chop them up!
Adjutant Lee watched over diligently, following Alexander Kingsley’s orders.
After ten hours, the plane landed in the Sovereign Capital, First Special District Airport.
The air was filled with a mist, slightly chilly.
Alexander Kingsley, clad in a black coat, got off the plane and into a car. Adjutant Lee drove the car into the High General Residence: Summer Palace.