The doctor finished changing the dressing and didn’t dare to stay a moment longer: "Mr. President, the dressing is done."
"Mm." Lucas Knight’s thin lips parted gently as he donned a black robe and tied his tie.
"Where are we going for dinner later?" Barrett Scott put down his cigar and asked. Content originally comes from novèlfire.net
The man’s thin lips parted, his words so few as if afraid that every additional word would cost money.
Eva Nightingale was eating, but she had little appetite.
Recently, her morning sickness had become more severe.
Moreover, her tastes had changed rapidly; she craved both sour and spicy foods, feeling very uncomfortable.
The table was filled with delicious dishes, but she had no appetite. She was about to stop eating when the maid’s voice reached her ear:
"Good evening, Mr. President!"
"Good evening, Master Scott!"
Hmm? Eva turned her head sideways, just in time to see a tall, upright figure... The man was wearing a top-made Versace robe.
The tie around his waist was loosely tied.
He was like a block of ice, wherever he went, the cold followed, exuding an aura of a king.
Eva’s face suddenly blushed.
She suddenly recalled that night when he said to her: Woman, five yuan, one more time?
At that time, a wicked yet cool smile played on his lips as he said those words domineeringly.
Lucas Knight had already walked to her side, naturally taking a seat and, with no hint of reservation, scooped her into his arms.
He rubbed his chin against her head. "Little woman, did you miss me?"
The familiar male hormones, aggressively permeating her nostrils, surprisingly made her heartbeat accelerate.
His voice, low and pleasant, was thoroughly healing, soothing to the heart just to listen to.
"Ahem..." She blushed, "Mr. President, coping well in your absence!"
"Didn’t miss me?" He gently nudged her then held her a little tighter, "But I missed you." Missing her, so he came to Nightfall Palace for dinner with her after changing the dressing.
Afraid she might be hungry.
He let Harry North pick her up first.
However, just as he entered, his sharp eyes quickly scanned the dining table and noticed that she had barely touched the dishes.
Little woman, carrying his heir, how could not eating be suitable? What if she starves? Wouldn’t Lucas Knight be the one feeling distressed?
Alright, alright, alright.
He’ll feed her, personally feed her, isn’t that enough?
If it really doesn’t work, if she doesn’t like these dishes, then have them taken away and replaced anew.
The chef was changed today; these dishes were made by top chefs, nutritious without being greasy.
"Mr. President!" She lifted her small face, bit her lip, and then escaped his embrace, returning to her seat.
There were so many people watching.
Moreover, he really was a devil; just holding her made her feel dependent... And she often missed the male scent on him.
When she slept, she would also miss his warm embrace.
Noticing her avoidance, he curled his lips into a wicked smile, then glanced coldly at the maids: "Dismissed."
These maids, frightening his little woman.
They deserved punishment.
Later they would be instructed to do chores!
"Yes." The maids responded politely and then fled the private room... Oh my god, they actually saw Mr. President being so affectionate with a woman, and he even kissed her forehead...
The President was usually a stoic iceberg!
Just now, he actually smiled, smiled indeed!
It’s like seeing a ghost!
Surely they were hallucinating... Normally the aloof and ascetic Crown Prince, Mr. President... how could he suddenly become so warm?