"Look, had enough." Alexander Kingsley withdrew his gaze.
He had a feeling that if he kept looking, the Crown Prince would gouge out his eyes!
"Hmm." Lucas Knight’s voice was very cold. He took off his coat and wrapped it tightly around Eva Nightingale’s ankle, and then held her closer, tightening his grip.
What is Alexander Kingsley looking at—
This is his woman, what business does Alexander Kingsley have getting involved?!
"Crown Prince, I wasn’t looking at her, I was looking at you." After all, the Crown Prince should know, he likes him, in that way.
Alexander Kingsley joked, sort of.
Lucas Knight’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice cold, "Admiral, you’ll never straighten out in this lifetime."
"..." Alexander Kingsley replied, "What’s wrong with staying bent!"
After all, at this moment looking at Lucas Knight’s chiseled face, he felt a warmth inside. The Crown Prince’s good looks, simply mesmerizing and addictive, the kind you want to keep seeing.
And it seemed, Alexander Kingsley had a reaction.
Lucas Knight’s handsome face showed a trace of devilish mischief: "Admiral, I should accompany my wife to rest now, I don’t plan on keeping you tonight."
"Aunt Fang, see the guest out."
The Crown Prince has already issued an order to leave.
Alexander Kingsley went downstairs with a strong sense of bitterness, and that Big Boss had actually ordered him to go to the Nightfall Palace to find a Boy.
Downstairs in the castle, Aunt Fang lethargically saw Alexander Kingsley off.
"Admiral, the Crown Prince said, he doesn’t want to see you for half a month..."
Aunt Fang handed a card to Alexander Kingsley and continued, "Admiral, the Crown Prince probably truly has no interest in you."
Aunt Fang has seen a lot in her days, hasn’t she?
Admiral Alexander Kingsley, being thrown out by the Crown Prince, probably means it’s over.
Admiral, can’t you see, the Crown Prince is still holding a woman in his arms?
The once-famous Admiral in the military district, how come he happened to fall ’under’ the Crown Prince?
Moreover, Alexander Kingsley, Admiral, you’re so handsome, how did you just suddenly turn bent!!
Such a waste of your peerless handsome face.
Alexander Kingsley’s expression was somber, clutching the card in his hand: "What’s this?"
Aunt Fang answered, "This is the Nightfall Palace’s supreme VIP card, the Crown Prince implies you should go find a Money boy."
Alexander Kingsley: "—"
Pausing for a moment, frowning, Alexander Kingsley got in the car and remained silent throughout, as Deputy Li drove while feeling a chill inside the car.
About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Nightfall Palace building.
Deputy Li got out of the car, politely saying, "Admiral, you, you should go in."
"The Boys in this club, their looks aren’t any less mesmerizing than those young idols in the entertainment industry."
The Deputy was entirely teasing, wasn’t he?
Admiral, holding Carla Carr last time, the two of them looked incredibly intimate.
So how come tonight, the Admiral offended the Crown Prince again?
However, the treatment of someone so favored is different, even the Crown Prince’s punishment is such a ’nice job’.
The Deputy coughed twice, "Admiral, do you prefer top, or bottom? So I can prepare for you..."
"Shut up." Alexander Kingsley had never been this embarrassed.
No matter how the Crown Prince punished him, he was willing, but now even a Deputy was climbing over his head?
Did he have no Admiral’s dignity anymore?
"Admiral, I was wrong, I’m wrong." The Deputy’s survival instinct was strong, as offending the Admiral bore no good fruit.
Alexander Kingsley couldn’t be bothered with him, walking into the Nightfall Palace with a cold face.