Eva Nightingale, is the President’s woman.
The journalists in the circle all know about this matter, and once the rumors are out, even a pig can see that she is the President’s woman.
Who would dare to provoke her?
Provoking the President’s woman, isn’t that looking for trouble?
A figure of such stature, can’t provoke... can’t afford to provoke...
Lucas Knight holds the woman in his arms with utmost tenderness.
Although his injuries haven’t healed, and the Doctor has advised him not to hold things, he wants to embrace her...
Regarding the memory she lost, he is somewhat selfish, he doesn’t want her to recover it.
Because... that bastard broke her heart, even letting her wield a knife to stab him twice in the chest... that bastard is not an ordinary scoundrel...
If she recalls, gets emotionally agitated, and disturbs the pregnancy, it wouldn’t be good, he can’t risk it, she is his cherished one, and those two little buns are as well, her three lives, he can’t gamble.
"Honey." His voice became huskier, his thin lips moved close to her, the crisp scent enveloping her face.
Eva, being held by Lucas Knight, only felt herself growing more dependent on this man’s embrace... Also, she constantly remembers how he meticulously picked fish bones for her, how carefully he picked carp bones.
A man like him shouldn’t be above others, letting someone else pick fish bones for him?
With such a noble status, why doesn’t he disdain her in the slightest?
Thinking this, she suddenly held him tightly, not knowing why, feeling a bit chilly.
"Honey?" He called again.
She lifted her face slightly, blushing: "Mr. President, do you mind being a father? I’m really pregnant!"
She still can’t believe he is willing to accept it.
Besides, she really doesn’t know who the baby’s biological father is; if she puts it that way, doesn’t it hurt him? He’s so handsome, so powerful, actually "happy to be a dad"?
"..." He paused, placing her on the big bed, little woman, what nonsense is she saying? The seed in her belly was originally planted by him!
That child was meant to be his heir, Lucas Knight’s heir. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel[f]ire.net
He smirked: "Honey, then, tonight, shall we plant some little tadpoles?"
"Mm-no... don’t want... want mm..."
"Good." Alright alright alright, now for her, he curved his lips, undoing the tie of her bathrobe, "Honey, now for you, okay?"
"No..." She clearly said no, why is he so domineering, the stern dangerous aura already began pressing down on her.
She summoned all her strength.
From her little cherry mouth, a few words spilled out.
"Mm, my dear husband, what I mean is... no... don’t want..."
Mm, his body abruptly stiffened, little woman, is she sure it’s not intentional?
Even her tone of refusal is so alluring, she’s a little fairy, driving him to the edge...
The man’s long narrow deep eyes slightly narrowed, dangerous, extremely dangerous.
Under the dim lights.
His sexy adam’s apple moved up and down, then, he suddenly drew close to her, brushing her small earlobe, his warm breath scattered by her ear.
Then he said, in a coarse breath, domineering yet slightly cool: "Honey... saying no now, it’s too late..."
He gave her no chance.
Because she ignited him all night, yet he’s still a man, a man who loves her down to the bone marrow, how could he withstand her doing this...
The only way, was to consume her.