Meanwhile, Alexander Kingsley also arrived on the cruise ship.
Carla Carr, dressed in a black swan gown, followed behind him eagerly, shouting, "Hey, Alexander Kingsley."
"Wait for me, why are you walking so fast? Don’t you want your wife?"
Alexander stopped in his tracks, glanced back at her, speaking in a lukewarm tone, "You are not my wife."
Carla was anxious, pouting, "How am I not? That night during truth or dare, you stripped down to your pants, I saw everything I needed to see, and even guessed your size pretty accurately."
"I stripped too, you saw me, how can you not take responsibility?" implying Alexander surely had to be accountable.
Alexander frowned slightly, his tone cool, "But I didn’t sleep with you."
"How about tonight?" Carla pressed her soft chest against the man’s body, tempting him like a fairy, "Aren’t you a man?"
"If you have the guts, spend the night with me."
"Or you could sweet talk me, make me happy, and I won’t pursue seeing me naked."
The man curved his lips into a smile, his tone teasing, "Do women... all love sweet talk?"
He didn’t belong to her.
Besides, how did she want him to sweet talk?
"Of course, men like pretty faces, women like sweet talk." Carla argued confidently, "So men lie, women wear makeup, so they can admire each other."
"Even if it’s a lie, I like to hear it."
"Alexander Kingsley, are you sweet talking me or not?!"
Alexander Kingsley: "Since... you understand, why are you still clinging to me?" He had no intention of sweet-talking her.
She replied, "Because I damn well like you!"
After she said that, she nudged in front of him.
Alexander’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly picked her up, his lips curving into a smile, warm breath brushing across her face, "Carla Carr, you’re really fickle!"
After that night, she had cursed him thoroughly, said he wasn’t a man, claimed she preferred big bulls and didn’t like him.
Now, saying she likes him?
Carla gave a mischievous smile, "Admiral, moodiness is a woman’s nature."
"So, is not owning up after getting what they want also a man’s privilege?"
The man gave a wicked smile, picked her up in his arms, carried her upstairs, tossed her into the admiral’s exclusive room, and locked the door.
"Woman, wait for me to attend a meeting with the Crown Prince. When I get back, I’ll spend the night with you!"
"You asked for it. You’re right; if you offer yourself and I don’t, it’s a waste, so I’ll spend the night and not take responsibility!!"
Carla was locked in the room, angrily shouted, "Hey, hey hey hey, Alexander Kingsley, have you turned straight?!"
"Alexander Kingsley, you jerk, haven’t you turned straight? Don’t fool around, I’m telling you, if you sleep with me, you have to be responsible, how can you pull up your pants and not take responsibility?"
However, the response to Carla was silence.
Silence for a long time.
Being trapped in the room felt really stifling, she wondered whether she could climb out through the window?!
She soon set her sights on a window, hmm, time to climb out.
Eva Nightingale was worn out by someone to the point she could barely get out of bed, the makeup artist was sent away by her because she was too sleepy and wanted to take a nap.
However, as she slept in the room, suddenly there was a sound: "Bang—"
A furry, dark thing fell from the window, landing directly on the fluffy carpet.
Eva woke up and looked alertly towards the source of the sound, what on earth was that?