Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1229 - 1226: Sit Tight, Don’t Be Afraid

Harry North: Haven’t thought about it? Young Madam, if you miss the Crown Prince, just admit it, there’s nothing wrong with that."Young Madam, shall I go attend to some things?"

"Mm, go ahead, go ahead," Eva Nightingale said.

Receiving permission, Harry nodded and left.

...

Lucas Knight returned at six o’clock.

For the first time, as soon as he got home, Eva pounced on him. In his mind, this was the first time this woman had been so clingy, incredibly clingy.

"Honey, I want hotpot tonight..."

Not only was she holding him, but her voice was also so soft and gentle, flawless.

Whenever this woman softened her tone slightly, his heart felt a warm pressure.

Instinctively, he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, his voice gently hoarse as he replied, "Okay."

Lately, during their interactions, he often felt a headache, as if trying to remember something. Deep down, he felt that this woman was quite extraordinary to him. Seeing her felt like recovering a lost treasure.

No, he must have Harry check up on her again in Eastern Europe...

"Where do you want to go for hotpot? I’ll take a shower and go with you," the man’s voice was unusually patient, extremely warm.

"Sichuan-style." She really wanted something spicy.

"Alright." He nodded, his gaze full of affection resting on Eva’s face, "I’ll go take a shower."

For some reason, she was rarely this clingy with him.

With his noble status, he was usually served by professional chefs, and if a dish wasn’t cooked well, the chef would be replaced immediately. Going out for hotpot was an unusual occurrence.

The bodyguards initially wanted to step forward and advise him, but Harry wisely gave them a knowing look, and the bodyguards immediately retreated. Did they not know the temperament of their own master?

Once he made a decision, it was as good as set in stone.

Not even the sky falling could change it.

Who knows how much time passed.

Lucas Knight emerged from the bathroom after his shower, wearing only a casual and loose-fitting loungewear for convenience.

Even in loungewear, he exuded international flair, nearly leaving Eva dumbfounded... This man just seemed to get more handsome the more she looked at him!!

Though she was already struck by his looks at first sight, his features became increasingly stunning, truly flawless from every angle.

They went out that evening, quite casually, with no bodyguards or chauffeur following.

Lucas Knight drove himself, and Eva was dominantly placed in the passenger seat, and he buckled her seatbelt for her.

Throughout, Eva felt that the interior temperature of the car was quite low.

He occasionally turned to look at her, the depths of his eyes shimmering, with a mischievous and inscrutable demeanor; his deep, cold eyes exuded a mysterious aura.

"President, do I have flowers growing on me? You’re staring so intensely!!" She said. Can’t you focus on driving? This is the only custom Bugatti Veyron in the world — getting into an accident would be disastrous.

Moreover, he was steering with one hand, and that cool pose couldn’t have been more impressive.

"Looking at my wife, is that wrong?" he replied flawlessly, his voice magnetically hoarse, "My wife is beautiful."

Eva: "..."

Before she could say anything, his hand reached out, interlocking their fingers, sending a tingly sensation through her body.

As she was overwhelmed by the rush of hormones, he calmly spoke again, tightly clasping her hand, "Sit tight, don’t be afraid."

With that, he pressed down on the accelerator, and with a roar, the Bugatti Veyron shot forward, as fast as a rocket.