"So, Miss, feel free to choose whatever you like. Whatever you like, the Crown Prince will like too."
"..." Eva Nightingale realized for the first time that the man was so nice... really? Whatever she likes, he will like?
"I’ll take this dress then." Eva handed her card to the attendant. She didn’t plan to spend much... And, she guessed, maybe he wanted to give her a gift, but didn’t know what she liked?
So the Crown Prince is also a bit of a pig-headed guy.
His pig-headedness is actually somewhat warm.
Who said he is aloof and abstinent? Who said he doesn’t get close to women? And who said he’s allergic to women?
Also, who said he’s gay?
Clearly... Clearly, he’s just a normal man, cough, cough. Don’t ask her how she knows... Because she, tried.
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The President is indeed wealthy and extravagant.
But who bragged that he had kidney problems? Damn, come out and Eva promises not to hit you! That man is clearly an insatiable madman, alright?
A legendary monster more beautiful than a woman, and he happens to be like a poppy, addictive and irresistible!
Her cheeks flushed a bit.
The attendant beside her politely said, "Miss Eva, do you want to look at anything else."
Eva didn’t say anything, wearing a bashful smile, she left the dress shop... Without knowing why, her mind was full of him.
And behind her, Harry North and the bodyguards followed, not daring to speak, nor daring to let their gaze fall on Eva... Because they feared that one more look would get them into trouble with that man at home.
"Miss, there’s a good jewelry store up ahead," Harry North reminded.
Eva paused her steps, lowered her gaze, looking at her hand, a very large diamond ring, appearing to be ten carats...
Because that part of her memory was "temporarily missing."
So she couldn’t remember how this diamond ring came to her, she didn’t know who gave it to her, it just felt familiar... like déjà vu.
She lowered her gaze again.
Noticing on her ankle, she was wearing an amethyst anklet, very beautiful, she hadn’t paid attention to it in the past few days, only saw it when she tried on the dress and changed shoes.
She planned to take it off, but couldn’t open it.
Who on earth gave it to her? Why can’t she remember? Maybe she should go to the jewelry store, take off that amethyst?
Take it off, find a pretty box to store it, keep it?
She really liked the amethyst anklet.
Thinking this way, Eva walked into the jewelry store ahead.
"Hello, welcome," the attendant greeted politely, "Miss, what kind of jewelry are you looking for? Our store has excellent crystal diamond rings, jade diamond rings..."
"Please take off this anklet first," Eva said as she sat down, pointing to the anklet on her ankle, because it was so pretty, she couldn’t remember who gave it to her, didn’t know where it was bought, and it would be a pity to lose it.
She couldn’t open it herself, so she asked the attendant to find a professional to help.
"Okay," the attendant said, calling in the store’s designer.
The designer took a look at her ankle anklet... stunned.
That anklet... if not mistaken, should belong to the Crown Prince... the current President...