Although this man looks ascetic on the surface, only she knows whether he’s really ascetic or not. You really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?
The lady boss came over with oysters: "Handsome, your wife prepared this for you. Look at how thoughtful she is. Young people, don’t be afraid to be a little weak. Eat up and regain your energy for a happy and fulfilling life. Start making a chubby little boy with your wife soon."
Eva Nightingale: "..."
His handsome face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, but hearing the last sentence, his tightly knitted dark eyebrows gradually relaxed, his cold demeanor melted away. For once, he opened his mouth to respond to the lady boss: "I am indeed rather ’weak.’ Hopefully eating your oysters will satisfy my wife..."
He pretended to be weak quite convincingly. After speaking, he turned his gaze to Eva Nightingale: "Isn’t it all because you endlessly cling to my waist, wanting more? There’s no choice, day and night on the bed, attending to your needs without eating or drinking."
Eva Nightingale: "..."
The people having a night snack also looked over collectively: "..."
Handsome, are you a devil or what?
Lucas Knight’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just enough for everyone to hear. Everyone glanced at him, then looked toward Eva Nightingale.
Because the people on this night market street are quite civilized, there’s no excessive idol chasing or anything. Eva Nightingale is not that famous in the entertainment circle, so they didn’t recognize her.
Eva Nightingale felt so embarrassed. When did she ever cling to him, wanting more? Her face was so red it was about to bleed.
He wasn’t done yet and suddenly said: "Lady Boss, my wife said I’m not performing well and wants to buy a bottle of Power Pill."
Eva Nightingale was mortified. He’s already so impressive. If he takes a Power Pill, won’t she...?
She quickly stopped him: "Lady Boss, my husband is really formidable, extremely formidable. We don’t need a Power Pill, no need..."
The onlookers watched the drama, their faces alternating between blue and white. After a few seconds, they sensed the cold aura from Lucas Knight, so they dared not look any further and all buried their heads in their own food.
After finishing the midnight snack.
Lucas Knight picked her up and tossed her into the luxury car by the roadside. Then, like performing a magic trick, he took out a bottle of gum, poured half into her mouth, and commanded: "Don’t eat junk food again."
"Honey, how can this be junk food?"
She chewed the gum and started reasoning:
"Barbecue is not expensive, delicious and affordable; paired with a bottle of Snowflake beer, it’s adventuring to the ends of the earth."
How can this be junk food?
Then, the man suddenly leaned in, pulled out a Black Gold Diamond Card from his bag, and tossed it into her hand: "Take it, swipe as you wish."
Eva Nightingale: "..."
Do you have to be this wealthy?!
Yeah, he doesn’t even have a job, and he wouldn’t say where his family is. Could he be a lost rich heir?
"Honey, I can’t take your card." She refused.
"What’s mine is yours. Take it." He forcibly stuffed it into her bag.
Eva Nightingale: "...Honey, you’re so domineering." Just like in bed—cough, thinking too much!!
Back home, after a shower, they went to bed to sleep.
Eva Nightingale was held tightly in his arms, her face buried in his chest, inhaling his pleasant male scent.
"Eva my love, goodnight."
He gently left a kiss on her forehead.
"Good... goodnight, honey." For the first time in her life, someone said goodnight to her in such a mushy way, and she surprisingly found it sweet right to her heart.