He wasn’t going to take care of something, but to the infirmary to change his dressing, so he might be late in coming to sleep with her.
"..." He kissed her forehead, filled with affection, it felt so comfortable. She was stunned for a moment, isn’t he the President, he’s probably very busy.
She was very obedient: "Husband... good night."
"Night." He leaned down again, kissed her lips lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, then tucked her in carefully. As if reluctant to leave, he leaned down again and kissed the little woman, "Good girl."
After saying that, he straightened his back, and walked out.
Eva instinctively turned her head, watching his tall and straight back, like a perfect clothes rack...
Something’s not right.
She was taken aback for a moment, just now when he suddenly got close... How come she vaguely smelled a bloody scent, the smell of blood.
She was pregnant, so it couldn’t be her period, and besides, she wasn’t injured, there was no place she could be bleeding from.
There were only two people in the room, besides her, it was only him...
Was the President injured?
Eva suddenly lost her drowsiness.
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She didn’t have many relatives now, and this man was so good to her... If he was really injured, how could she possibly ignore it.
That masculine scent of his was still lingering in her nose, incredibly pleasant.
But precisely because of that, a wave of worry rose up in her heart...
She couldn’t have smelled it wrong, could she?
She was so young, not likely to hallucinate either, so did he really have a wound on his body, and was it bleeding?
If that were the case, why didn’t he tell her?
Eva’s heart sank, feeling uncomfortable, if something happened to him, she thought she would be very sad...
She turned off the bed, went to the cloakroom, found a women’s robe, put it on, tied the belt, and chased after him.
Nightfall Palace, hotel corridor.
The floor was covered with a soft, thick, red Persian carpet.
At the end of the corridor, people coming and going were all well-dressed, looking very cultured, all seemed to be successful people.
Still, after scanning around, she couldn’t see his shadow.
That deep, pleasant "Good night, my wife" was still echoing in her ears, occasionally resurfacing in her mind, reminding her of his unparalleled handsome face.
He even called her his wife.
He was injured, of course, she couldn’t just turn a blind eye.
Even though she usually acted carelessly, like a fool, she was a person who valued feelings greatly.
Just as she was pondering.
A sharp and piercing voice, full of sarcasm: "Oh dear, who do we have here? Turns out to be a mistress!"
"Tut tut tut, such a vicious-hearted woman, thankfully our Benjamin didn’t marry her back then... Otherwise, it would probably be my funeral now."
Liu Xiaohui swayed her hips as she walked up to Eva, continuing her mockery: "Oh my, look, kiss marks all over her neck, tut tut!"
"Lucky for us Benjamin didn’t marry you, otherwise the entire Grant Family would have turned into the ’African savannah’ by now."
Looked at the person approaching: Liu Xiaohui.
Benjamin Grant’s mother.
Back then, Benjamin Grant was Eva’s fiancé, Liu Xiaohui almost became her mother-in-law.
Now looking back, it’s really good that she didn’t marry into the Grant Family, it’s the best decision she ever made in this lifetime.
The Grant Family’s reputation was already tarnished, not even considering how cheap Isabelle Nightingale is...
Eva said in a tone neither light nor heavy, "Some people do have self-awareness, Isabelle Nightingale had multiple abortions, come to think of it, the Grant Family had already turned into an ’African savannah’."