But today, on the surface, she was very obedient, yet she had no intention of responding, which made the distinguished man a bit angry.
"What’s wrong?" He lifted her chin, his tone paradoxically carrying a rare patience.
Eva Nightingale remained silent. For some reason, whenever she thought of him having a fiancée, her heart ached.
In fact, even before Carla Carr reminded her, she had already heard the rumors. That was at the Platinum Castle, where she unintentionally overheard people gossiping about Eugiene.
"What’s wrong, hmm?" His face looked slightly weary, and anyone with keen eyes could tell that the Crown Prince was in a terrible mood at the moment.
His lips curved upwards slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowing, brimming with danger.
Eva kept silent, staring at him with wide eyes.
Ha, little thing, hasn’t anyone told her that glaring at him like that would get her into trouble?
He was most vulnerable to those big eyes of hers, so watery, irresistibly captivating.
Looking at him with those big eyes, doesn’t she know... that kind of look, really... needs... taming?
If she continued to glare at him and ignore him, he indeed wouldn’t mind.
Eva felt unnatural all over under his gaze, and she didn’t even know when she had become so pathetic!!
She simply wrapped her arms around his neck: "Honey, would you ever not want me?"
"No." The man replied.
What’s with her now, how could he not want her?
Was that the reason she ignored him earlier, only to glare at him with those big eyes again?
"Change into a dress and attend the banquet with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the zipper on Eva’s dress was undone, and her undergarments slid down her smooth back onto the soft, thick carpet.
Eva felt a chill and protested: "How can you take off my clothes?"
With one hand, he easily unclasped her bra. Was he a demon?
"It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, why can’t I take it off, hmm?"
"You..." She pouted, his speed at undressing her was unbelievably fast.
She hadn’t even reacted. If someone didn’t know, they’d think he was a seasoned expert.
"Let’s go." The man coaxed softly, "Be good, baby."
As he spoke, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, pulling her into his embrace: "I’ll take you to change into a dress."
Eva: "Why not change in the room?"
Man: "There’s someone in the room."
Carla Carr under the bed: "..."
Did that man grow eyes of a hawk?
Like a fool, Carla lay by the foot of the bed, not daring to breathe. How did the Crown Prince know she was under the bed?
Right, Eva and the Crown Prince, were they?
They talked so closely, had they been together long ago?
Carla was momentarily dumbfounded, seriously doubting her ears and eyes!
Just now, peeking from under the bed, she seemed to see the Crown Prince pressing Olivia against the wall, and they... they kissed?
For so long, she and Alexander Kingsley had only kissed once.
And it was just a casual kiss, not even lasting a minute.
That was her first kiss, she wondered if Alexander’s was too?
Carla was stunned for a while, then crawled out from under the bed to go find Alexander.
Meanwhile, Eva went to a specially designed wardrobe to change her clothes.
Her dresses were all of the finest craftsmanship, personally selected by Lucas Knight, fitting her temperament, elegant and noble.