Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 633 - 631: I Need an Explanation

"What song?" Doesn’t he explain what happened with the woman at the hotel last night? It’s the second time already.

"How many times do I have to say, I still love you..." His voice was magnetic, very pleasant.

Ella: "..." Really? Does he really love her? But last night, why was there lipstick on his clothes?

Who kissed him?

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck: "Han, tell me, do you have a woman outside..." If he really does, she can leave, she can back out.

Because last night, her anger wasn’t just due to hearing those "moans," she also saw a rose-red lipstick mark on his clothes, left by a woman...

That’s why she was furious; last night during the kiss, she even bit his tongue.

In such circumstances, anyone would be angry!

"Little thing, what are you thinking?" He grinned slightly, not knowing why, her jealousy actually made him delighted. So good! Because the recording from last night was sent by her on purpose to irritate him!

Last night she wasn’t with a man, she was still his, no need to mention how thrilled he was!

"I asked you, the lipstick from last night... mmph." Before she could finish, he flipped over and pinned her down, leaving no chance for resistance...

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After dinner last night, Eva Nightingale did not go to the hotel.

Because the Crown Prince was too domineering.

As soon as dinner was over, he held his little wife tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment, saying he didn’t want her to leave him.

She naturally wanted to insist on attending the banquet.

Who knew, his hand suddenly started bleeding, worrying her to death, busy binding his wound, coaxing him.

The Dark Lord had a cold, handsome face, but inside he was excessively pleased: Wife, if self-harm is so effective, I don’t mind doing it every day... not excessively, just gently with a knife.

At this moment.

At the dining table.

Someone was already "half-crippled," with another thick layer of bandages wrapped around his slender hands: "Wife, it hurts."

"Alright, I’ll blow on it for you!" Eva Nightingale, soft-hearted, felt her heart ache last night. Forget about attending any damn banquet; one phone call, and she wasn’t attending. The Crown Prince was important!

The Crown Prince was the most important!

Nothing was more important than him!

"Does it still hurt?" Holding his large hand, she asked with concern, "Should I come back home earlier to keep you company today?"

"It hurts..." He replied tersely, with a cold face, "Wife, I can’t hold the chopsticks."

"Oh." Eva, feeling distressed, picked up the porridge on the table, "I’ll feed you then, no need for chopsticks, I’ll feed you."

The original intention was for him to recuperate here.

Who knew, instead he ended up covered in injuries?

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"Regret what?" Holding the bowl of porridge, she looked bewildered, not understanding what he meant.

He said: "Meeting me..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Just three words, sparing with words.

His meaning was: Do you regret meeting me?

She naturally understood, but for some reason, the hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

How can I put it? The feeling of being with him, at first, was sweet as honey, an overwhelming sweetness. But once you become trapped in this sweet feeling, unable to extricate yourself, you suddenly discover... it’s not sugar, but gall, extremely bitter, this sudden bitterness catches you off guard...

It feels like a piece of your heart has been carved out.

Then, you become numb...

Suddenly, that heart warms up again!

He is her Shelter Harbor... all...