Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 636 - 635: Be My Little Princess

"Woman, isn’t it?"

He carried an innate nobility, and even when uttering such words, he was still surrounded by an aura of dominance—cold, arrogant, and invincible.

"Yes..." Eva Nightingale felt a bit powerless, "Yes, yes, yes! You are the Boss, you are always right! Is that good enough now?"

"Hmm, sensible." He praised her, "It’s good that you know how to be sensible!"

His deep eyes were locked on her.

A pair of lively, large peach blossom eyes, so clear, with a small face the size of a palm, skin like creamy jade.

"Are you a Demon Caos?" She looked at him, "Even the real Dark Lord doesn’t measure up to you... domineering and arrogant!"

"Hmm." He didn’t refute, his voice teasingly making the bones tingle, "So, I am the Dark Lord, how about you... be my little Princess?!"

Eva: "..."

How can one eat properly with this going on!

Is he trying to flirt her to death!

She put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Crown Prince, why don’t you eat slowly, I’m going out..." She couldn’t bear it, inside she hated him, didn’t want him to be redeemed; during the divorce, he was so much like a demon, forcibly taking her in the bathroom, so rough...

She got up and went upstairs, "I’m going to get dressed."

Lucas Knight glanced sideways at her.

A silk nightgown reaching her thighs, the fabric slick, and because it was short, her long jade-like legs were exposed.

There were faint red kiss marks on her legs.

Those were from him... the kisses he planted last night.

She was covered in strawberries, he didn’t miss a spot.

*

Eva donned a long dress and went downstairs, "Crown Prince, wait for me at the villa, I’ll be back after I’m busy."

"Hmm." He seemed to agree, his voice colder than usual, "Remember to come back early."

With his permission, Eva went out.

It wasn’t long before Lucas Knight also left the villa, taking a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, leaving Villa No. 8, heading to the Presidential Mansion.

On the way, he remained silent.

Sitting lazily and casually in the car’s back seat, with his deep and elongated phoenix eyes closed, it seemed he was resting his eyes.

The man had long since returned to his usual cold demeanor.

This posture was entirely regal.

His body seemed to have something wrong, not very comfortable... because of this, a cold aura surrounded him, swiftly lowering the temperature around.

In the driver’s seat.

Harry North just felt extremely cold, as if he were sitting in an ice cellar, altogether the atmosphere wasn’t quite the same as usual.

"Crown Prince, are you alright?"

Harry North patiently and respectfully asked,

"Is your wound inflamed?"

After all, the Crown Prince’s injury hadn’t healed, spending days doing inappropriate things, carrying Miss Eva Nightingale up and down, the wound healing slowly, or splitting and inflaming, were all normal things.

"Crown Prince, would you like to go to the First Special District first?" Admiral Alexander Kingsley had recently stayed in the First Special District recuperating, busy.

"No need." Lucas Knight responded, "This little wound is nothing to mention." There was an unmistakable arrogance in his words, as if he were an exalted king looking down on everything.

"..." Nothing to mention? Harry North trembled, also unaware who it had been, that very morning, repeatedly crying out:

’Honey, it hurts.’

’Honey, be gentle.’

’Darling, I can’t hold the chopsticks anymore.’

The Crown Prince had wailed pitifully that morning.

Miss Eva Nightingale was so heartbroken for him, she’d almost treat him like an ancestor!

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Eva went to the White Estate.

The housekeeper of the White Estate politely said, "Miss, please come in."