"Good... good night, husband." This was the first time someone ever said good night to her in such a sweet and cheesy way, and she actually felt it deeply in her heart.
They hadn’t been married for long, but every time she interacted with him, she felt a sense of familiarity, as if... they had met many, many years ago.
His embrace felt particularly safe, and she quickly fell asleep peacefully.
That night, Lucas Knight didn’t sleep well.
He had been allergic to oysters since he was a child and was feeling uncomfortable at the moment, but... more so, he was hot, with that most primal human urge, all because of those damn oysters!!
He initially wanted to have the oyster factory shut down, but on second thought, even without the oysters, he would still react to her.
He was already uncomfortable, and she was restless in her sleep, exhibiting symptoms of hyperactivity, rubbing against that part of him.
"..." Was this little thing doing it on purpose?
"Don’t move." His voice was a bit hoarse, completely commanding.
But she whimpered and started talking in her sleep, as if somnambulant, reaching out to grab a stick: "Mmm, how naughty, what’s wrong with grabbing it a bit, let me grab it for a bit..."
Eva Nightingale was dreaming, dreaming that she fell into the Lotus Pond, about to sink into the mud, and saw a stick, so she grabbed it: "Shh, little stick, why are you running? Let me grab you, or I’ll drown..."
She often dreamt about falling into the Lotus Pond, sinking into the mud.
But in past dreams, there was no stick; suddenly, today, there was a ’stick,’ so how could she pass up this chance to save herself?
"Hey, little stick, don’t run, mmm, I’m going to die..."
She anxiously said, and Lucas Knight’s face turned green, being mistaken for a stick was bad enough, but a little stick! Little stick?!
He was full of gentle anger, flipping over and pressing her beneath him, intending to properly handle this little troublemaker, but he discovered she was still asleep.
Hmm, he hesitated, realizing he would have to settle accounts another day.
The moon set, and the sun rose.
The first faint signs of dawn appeared in the sky.
The man, neatly dressed, tall and upright, walked to the bedside, looked at her, then turned to leave the room. A few seconds later... he returned, leaned in, and affectionately planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Wife, I’m leaving, wait for me."
Eva Nightingale was sound asleep, unable to hear, and naturally, the only response was the air.
Lucas Knight went downstairs.
Several black luxury cars were parked downstairs, with a dozen bodyguards standing in a tidy line, waiting for him to get on the car.
Seeing Lucas Knight arrive, Harry North politely said, "Crown Prince, please get in the car."
The man remained silent, got into the luxury car, and after some time, the car arrived at the First Special District Military Airport. Lucas Knight boarded a private jet, heading to Bali Island.
It was a beautiful place, yet also a place filled with killing, devoid of sunlight.
It was a secret military and assassin training base.
At dawn, the Summer Palace.
Carla Carr had cleaned over thirty toilets, with over a hundred left.
She was furious: "Alexander Kingsley! You’re too much! Far too much."
"Too much?" a cold voice replied lowly, "Now the entire Summer Palace reeks to the heavens, punishing you to clean the toilets is fair enough."
Having been with the Crown Prince for too long, Alexander wasn’t a good person.
He wore a devilish smile: "The Carr Family’s not-favored illegitimate daughter?"