Eva Nightingale disappeared for a few days, vanished without a trace.
Eva Nightingale was busy until ten o’clock, then she walked out of the hotel and ran straight into a solid wall of flesh.
"Thud—" a muffled sound echoed.
Her head hurt from the collision, and before she could react, she was scooped up and carried into the elevator in a princess’s embrace.
The man’s movements were fluid and swift.
Eva Nightingale didn’t have time to respond, nor did she see the man’s face clearly. All she could sense was a male scent, unfamiliar yet familiar.
Her certainty was that this man wasn’t Lucas Knight!!
"You... you you you—"
Eva Nightingale looked up and saw the man’s handsome face, but unfortunately, he was wearing a mask.
"Bastard, let go of me!"
Who did he think he was, casually hugging her?
Didn’t he know Eva Nightingale already had a husband? Her husband was possessive, and his anger was terrifyingly intense?!
Well, although she hadn’t witnessed her husband’s anger, Lucas Knight, the big boss according to rumors, was a person that instilled fear in others.
"Be good." The man uttered only three words.
His clear, magnetic voice was as deep and soothing as a cello.
Moreover, considering his tone, was he a flirtatious playboy?
No, the voice sounded very familiar.
"Let go of me!" Eva Nightingale struggled fiercely.
Her immediate response was to escape from the embrace, never suspecting that he was Sebastian Yansford, the man she’d been longing for.
The man didn’t loosen his hold but instead clutched her tighter, taking two steps in one stride and tossing her directly into a sports car on the roadside.
Only then did he leisurely remove his mask.
His extraordinarily handsome face, under the radiant neon lights, appeared more defined and profound against the backdrop of the silver werewolf mask, unparalleled and unique.
"Olivia! Did you miss me?"
This was his first sentence.
Eva Nightingale looked at Sebastian Yansford, utterly dumbfounded. Uncle, is it really him?
In an instant, she dashed into the man’s embrace, her eyes misty with tears, her voice choked: "Uncle, it’s really you..."
She was somewhat incredulous; ever since her uncle’s disappearance, they all said he was dead. These past two years, without her uncle to support her, her life had been more than just stifling.
"It’s me." Sebastian Yansford, his face cold, spoke more softly than usual, with a broad hand resting on her fragrant shoulder.
He lightly parted his thin lips: "Little Olivia has grown up!"
She used to be just a little rascal.
Only two years, and she’s grown so gracefully.
Even more stunning than he imagined, yet this inexplicable feeling made him reluctant to stay too close to her.
"Olivia, don’t associate with men in the future!" His voice was filled with concern, "You’ve grown up now, you’re different from before, understand?"
His Olivia wasn’t foolish.
By saying this, he believed she would understand.
"Uncle, where have you been these two years? Olivia was so worried about you!" Ever since her mother passed, the Nightingale Family treated her poorly. Before she turned eighteen, her uncle forcibly became her guardian.
Later, her uncle suddenly disappeared, and she returned to the Nightingale Family, ultimately unable to escape the fate of being expelled.
In this world, besides her mother, it was her uncle who treated her best, along with Lucas Knight.
But this love was different; she could distinguish between the familial bond with Sebastian Yansford and the different kind with Lucas Knight.
Yet ever since she learned about his identity, Eva Nightingale had wanted to leave him!!
"..." Sebastian Yansford glanced at her for a few seconds before noticing the kiss marks on her body...