#Crown Prince’s Beloved#
#Crown Prince’s Woman#
And the woman in the pictures is Eva Nightingale... She is being held affectionately in the man’s arms, making many envious and jealous.
So, naturally, these people recognize Eva Nightingale, dare not show any disrespect, especially with so many bodyguards following Eva Nightingale, who look quite formidable. If hospitality is lacking, those bodyguards could just grab them for a beating, potentially ruining their looks.
Moreover, if these important people are not satisfied, they might even trash the place... Not even signing a selling contract would cover the losses.
Eva Nightingale didn’t know what was going on today; the staff were incredibly respectful to her.
"Miss Nightingale, let me pour you a cup of warm water!"
"Miss Nightingale, try this pastry!"
"Miss Nightingale, this white dress is a new arrival from yesterday, and it suits your temperament perfectly. You can truly bring out the beauty of this dress!"
"Hmm." Eva Nightingale looked over; the dress was indeed nice, white.
The dresses in this store are all encrusted with diamonds and jewels, refracting multicolored lights under the illumination, incredibly dazzling.
This dress is backless.
She doesn’t like wearing low-cut dresses, prefers backless ones, and with her long hair down, it can perfectly cover her back without exposing too much.
Instead, it has a subtle allure of revealing and concealing.
Eva Nightingale smiled, took the dress into the fitting room, and casually said to the staff, "Get me a pair of shoes to match the dress, size 37."
Eva Nightingale put on the dress; it fit perfectly.
As she walked out, everyone’s eyes were fixed in amazement; this dress hugged her waist tightly, showcasing her perfect curves.
Her long, light tea-colored hair draped over her back, covering her fair and smooth skin, not revealing flesh, yet elegant.
"Miss Nightingale, you look stunning! This dress complements your style perfectly!"
The staff praised her from the heart.
"Thank you." Eva Nightingale glanced at herself in the mirror, this white dress... Would the Crown Prince like it?
Since he has already given "orders," allowing her to spend freely, she naturally wouldn’t waste his good intentions, so why not indulge?
She’s two months pregnant, maybe because it’s still early, her stomach doesn’t look big at all, and her waist is still slim, seemingly unholdable.
She curved her lips into a smile, looked at Harry North behind her, and asked, "Harry, what colors does he usually prefer?" Follow current novᴇls on novel[f]ire.net
"..." Colors? Harry North paused.
Our Crown Prince’s thinking is whimsical; no one can guess what he likes or does, you know?
Just like last time...
At the hospital, someone was hit... Miss Nightingale was annoyed, and he went into a rage. Everyone knows he got angry, but who knew... it would be such a big fire...
Whoever pulled him got hit.
At the time, whoever he caught got punched twice... Couldn’t hold him back, and he even hit Admiral.
Nobody can fathom his temper, but there’s one thing: no matter how bad his mood is, he won’t take it out on Miss Nightingale...
It seems that every time he’s in a bad mood, his mood improves upon seeing Miss Nightingale.
Harry North paused and replied, "Miss, it’s not about what color the Crown Prince likes, but... as long as you like it, he likes it."