Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1230 - 1227: The President’s Driving Skills Are Impressive

"Ah—"Accompanied by a scream, Eva Nightingale almost fainted.

His hand gripped tightly, as if providing her a sense of security.

"Please, stop, stop!" She clung to his arm, feeling timid in an instant.

The car speed was one thing, she saw an expanse of ocean, the visual impact nearly made her dizzy; she immediately turned her eyes away.

"Madam, don’t be afraid." He stopped the car, looked at her, "We’re here." This is the most famous Sichuan hotpot in Sovereign Capital. Although he hadn’t been here before, the reviews were pretty good, and the decor wasn’t too bad; usually, he wouldn’t deign to visit, but it was all for her.

"Heh..." Eva awkwardly released his arm, brushed her long hair aside, and changed the subject, "Mr. President, your driving skills are amazing!!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Madam."

Eva: Who was actually complimenting you, huh? Can’t you tell it’s sarcasm?

The car ride nearly sent her flying.

Those driving skills are beyond "good"!!

...

Outside the car, a group of women screamed in excitement: "Ahhhhhh, wow, is it a Bugatti? Did I see wrong!"

"Wow, what a cool car!"

"Which big boss brought this car? He’s so handsome, I really want to marry him!"

...

Inside the car, Eva gleefully looked at someone: "They all want to marry you, are you taking them all?"

Lucas Knight, teased by her, was stunned, and the next moment he grabbed her chin as his lips dominantly descended, just lightly grazing her for a moment, she let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."

Satisfied, he released her, letting her babble away.

Opening the car door, Lucas Knight stood tall, his skin appeared extremely fair under the moonlight. He closed the driver’s door, then very gentlemanly walked to the passenger side and opened the door: "My dear wife, let’s get out."

Eva was still upset; her lip hurt from being bitten earlier, so she ignored him.

The man curled his lips into a smile: "My woman, are you angry?"

Since she didn’t want to walk, he could carry her.

So he bent down, his hands reached in from behind her waist and knees, lifting her out directly in a princess carry.

"Ah! Wow!" The excited women burst out with expletives, "So handsome, omg~ I really want him to hold me~"

"I really want his autograph~ on my chest."

"Such a pity! The big boss already has a lovely wife, otherwise I’d go up and ask for an autograph!" Don’t ask why they don’t directly rush up and ask, they’re afraid of getting hit.

Rumor has it the boss’s little wife is a force to be reckoned with; they can’t handle the boss’s wife, so it’s better not to provoke her man easily.

Without another word, Lucas Knight carried Eva Nightingale into the hotpot restaurant.

Because it was under moonlight, and from a distance, his features weren’t very clear; people only saw a vague side profile, nearly causing them to swoon.

"Ah... that handsome guy who just went in looks so familiar. It’s like I’ve seen him somewhere."

"Really?!"

"He does seem a bit familiar..."

"You see which rich second generation isn’t familiar, not rushing up and calling him ’husband’ is already good..."

...

VIP room.

Auntie in her forties holding the menu, glanced at Lucas Knight, then looked again, wondering why this man seemed so familiar.

Just couldn’t recall where she’d seen him.

So handsome, full of spirit, using words like "peerless beauty" to describe him would be unimaginative.

"Boss, take a look at what you’d like to order."