Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 665 - 664: The Pink Sweetgrass Shock (Part 3)
The Crown Prince and the Admiral, haven’t they developed a kind of familial relationship over the years?
"Harry?" Alexander Kingsley furrowed his brows, his voice cold as he looked over. Seeing Harry so scared, as if he was a man-eater?!
"Harry, do I, the Admiral, eat people?"
"Reporting to the Admiral, you don’t..." Of course, the Admiral doesn’t eat people, but he’s scarier than that. Wasn’t the Admiral quite indulgent with Miss Carla Carr a while back? By all logic, at this time of night, he should be at home with his "little wife."
Why is he so idle now?
"Admiral, are you here to watch the meteor shower too?"
"..." Alexander Kingsley furrowed his brows, said nothing, and looked at the pink-grass field under the dark night. Hmm, the figures of His Highness and Eva Nightingale had long since disappeared...
This late at night, with the two disappearing, it’s hard not to overthink! Overthinking!
You know, the Crown Prince’s injury hasn’t healed yet, and he’s always been so indulgent. Is it really okay?
Alexander Kingsley was supposed to go on a business trip with him, knowing that it would take some time to return, and it would be quite tiring in the middle. So, he hoped that His Highness would rest early. But who’d have thought, he came to the pink-grass field so late at night. Is he really planning for an outdoor battle? Not appropriate, not appropriate! Needs advice!
As Lucas Knight’s confidant, of course, Alexander must advise him. Advise that even if he needs to vent, it shouldn’t be in this place!
Given his prestigious status, he should be in the castle palace, lying on an eight-meter-wide bed...
...
Eva Nightingale’s wrist was tightly gripped by Lucas Knight, as if he was unwilling to let go.
Because her skin was delicate and fair, as if it could shatter with a touch, being gripped like this actually hurt a lot.
"It hurts..."
She murmured softly, accusingly looking at the man, letting out a very faint sound.
"Honey, we haven’t even started yet, what’s hurting?" He said, but nonetheless released his grip. No way, the little thing was too tender, she found it painful just being pulled like this.
Possibly because he came from a military background, he was very strong and tall, and just being close to her gave her an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Besides, with him gripping her wrist, she truly did feel pain.
"Start what?" She instinctively moved a leg back, her cheeks flushed. Just now, he had held her there, forcibly covering her mouth and kissing her, keeping her tightly restrained the entire time, silently making her face turn red from holding her breath! With so many people outside watching, wasn’t he afraid of being seen?
The cold moonlight spilled over the two of them.
While speaking, her red lips opened and closed, drawing his gaze, scorching it onto her lower lip. Oh, he was leaving tonight! He didn’t plan to return!
And she always had her heart set on that diamond ring.
Actually, he had long retrieved it, just didn’t want to give it to her, wanted to throw it away. Who knew, these days she hadn’t given up at all? Instead, she kept searching?
"Close your eyes."
He commanded. His voice was indifferent, leaving no room for negotiation.
But, she went against his words, staring at him with wide, watery eyes: "Close my eyes?" She puzzled, furrowing her brows. Why close her eyes? In this pitch-black night, did he want to undress?
If he wanted to undress, let him. She wasn’t going to look at him anyway.
But, she didn’t mean it that way, so she explained: "Mr. President, I’m pregnant! Right now, we can’t..."
