Then the man’s large hand covered her big eyes, at the same time, a magnetic and seductive voice fell from above: "Little woman, you’re not allowed to look at other men—"
Little woman, you’re not allowed to look at other men.
"Didn’t you hear me?" he asked back, then held her and approached the elevator, "Who gave you the guts to look at other men?"
Eva Nightingale: "..."
He ordered, "Close your eyes."
Eva Nightingale nodded, obediently closed her eyes, then felt something sealing her lips. She was stunned for a moment before coming to her senses; he kissed her and quickly left before she could react.
Eva Nightingale was placed into the luxury car.
Immediately afterward, as if distressed by the little woman’s recent tears, he comfortingly said: "Wife, where do you like, hmm?"
Eva Nightingale was silent for two seconds, then replied: "There are many places I like, Bali Island, New York, and..."
"So..." he curled his lips, tonight, let her pick a place, car~quake, plane~quake, cruise~quake?!
Lucas: "..." Hm, then change one place every day, visit each place once?
Eva Nightingale seemed still unsatisfied, as if she had thrown aside the recent anger: "I like swimming, and also, I heard that Sovereign Urban Area has ten miles of lavender, so beautiful."
Lucas: "..." Hm, lavender.
Very soft and fragrant, should be very comfortable?
Lavender fields as a~bed, countless moonlight and stars as a blanket, hmm, very romantic, tonight, let’s lavender~quake?!
Lucas glanced sideways at Eva Nightingale’s small, beautiful, and sexy lips, wanting to stop the car immediately, right in the middle of the road, for a quake first.
The man’s sexy Adam’s apple unconsciously slid slightly, voice hoarse: "Little thing, what other places do you like?"
"I like, our villa." Eva Nightingale said, "Behind Villa No. 8, there’s an osmanthus tree, very fragrant." She often sat and played under the osmanthus tree.
Lucas: "..." Hm, he would visit the villa more often, right under that osmanthus tree.
After the car had driven for more than ten minutes, Eva Nightingale realized this wasn’t the road back to Villa No. 8.
"Hubby, where... are you taking me?"
"You’ll find out soon." he uttered two words.
----Half an hour later----
Half an hour later, Platinum Castle, with its formidable defenses.
At the foot of the mountain, patrols and infrared alarm systems could be seen everywhere.
The entire castle was in Gothic style, covering vast grounds, standing tall, piercing the clouds, looking noble and mysterious.
The robust bulletproof car stopped steadily in front of Platinum Castle.
Eva Nightingale frowned, seeing such a beautiful and grand castle for the first time.
In the past, she had only seen it in fairy tales. She thought such a noble and mysterious castle only existed in fairy tales, never imagined one day it would appear in her own life.
Harry North led a group of black-clad bodyguards, kneeling respectfully to welcome: "Welcome back, Emperor Lucas!"
"...Yes." Harry North rose, then glanced at Eva Nightingale nestled in the man’s arms.
Startled and shocked, could the Crown Prince have been too willful to bring this woman to Platinum Castle, and, without any reservations, hold her in his arms?!
Sire, it would be one thing if you weren’t gay.
It’s one thing if you’re a wife-doting lord, but can you be a bit moderate?
Sire, isn’t it too domineering, even in the castle, you still hold her in your arms, afraid others won’t see you have a woman there?