"Draft a contract, marry you, and compensate you!" the man said, then kissed her small lips again.
Maybe it’s because he’s been single for so long, suddenly indulging himself becomes uncontrollable.
This woman was tolerable, mostly because he instinctively didn’t reject her and quite liked the feeling of being close to her.
If she hadn’t been crying and begging for mercy last night, he might have kept going for a whole day!
Last night, he wasn’t satisfied enough, and now he’s constantly restraining himself. He does woman.
The long kiss ended, and she almost suffocated.
Lucas Knight’s personal assistant worked overnight to deal with the group of reporters from last night.
The photos and videos from last night were all deleted, not a single one circulated.
Everything has been handled properly.
Harry North walked into the presidential suite with utmost respect, reporting respectfully:
"Crown Prince, everything from last night has been taken care of. This lady’s scandals have been completely cleaned up, you can rest assured!"
Lucas Knight was already dressed, looking dignified and mighty, with an innate kingly aura that was aloof yet distinguished.
Eva Nightingale stood nearby, observing a group of bodyguards, as well as that unparalleled, dazzlingly handsome man!
Can someone tell her, is she still dreaming at this moment?
"Are you ready?" Lucas Knight’s thin lips lightly parted, "Once you’re ready, we’ll go to the civil affairs office and take care of this matter."
"Huh?" she replied listlessly.
The man showed no expression, speaking softly: "We’re getting married."
"..." Getting married?
Eva Nightingale’s eyes widened, damn it, is she really living a novel-like scenario, having had a one-night stand with a super big boss, and now her status is rising dramatically?
Oh, scratch that, not rising dramatically but rather becoming a phoenix!
"Sir, are you sure you want to marry me?"
"Hmm. Do you not want to?"
"I want to, I want to, I really want to!" Being plotted against by Isabelle Nightingale and her mother, none of the young masters of the Sovereign Empire dared to marry her. She was worried she wouldn’t be able to get married.
Her reputation was already notorious, someone marrying her would be like the Nightingale Family’s ancestors suddenly blessing them with good fortune!
A group of bodyguards: "..."
Their high-cold, abstinent boss who never touches women, what did he just say?
Ha, must be their ears playing tricks, Night Emperor just said he would take responsibility. Last night, the two of them...
This damn woman, does she even know their boss’s identity...
Eva Nightingale was unwilling to believe this was reality, she walked over, grabbed Lucas Knight’s hand, pulled him back into the room, and closed the door!
Inside the room, Eva Nightingale chuckled awkwardly: "Well, uh, sir, earlier I was just momentarily confused... drank too much, so I provoked you!"
She didn’t believe such an outstanding man would willingly be bound by marriage so soon.
Moreover, Eva Nightingale didn’t believe such luck would fall upon her .
"Don’t want to marry me?" The man was back to normal, aloof and noble, exuding an aura of abstinence.
"With such excellent terms, you really want to marry me?" she asked again.
"Hmm." The man replied tersely, then asked her, "What’s your name?"
Eva Nightingale raised her eyes, meeting his gaze: "I’m called Eva Nightingale."
"The ’night’ of sounds of wind and rain. The ’xi’ as in ’there are trees in the mountain, there are branches, You delight the heart and mind, but the beloved unaware’! Eva!"
With the moon rising brightly, such a charming person, graceful and slender, yes, a good name, nice.