Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 685 - 684: Can’t Believe I’m Pregnant

"..." In the back seat, Alexander Kingsley silently protested: The Crown Prince lies; he clearly hasn’t eaten, yet insists on fooling his wife by saying he has!

"Give me a kiss." Lucas Knight parted his thin lips slightly, a seductive curve playing at the corners.

Alexander Kingsley: Making a phone call, does he have to be so lovey-dovey? Consider the presence of this Admiral!

On the other end of the line, Eva Nightingale frowned.

After pausing for a few seconds, she said, "Crown Prince..." The words were barely out when she was interrupted.

A cool, magnetic voice, tinged with displeasure, came through: "Woman, what did you call me? Hmm?"

Though separated by a phone screen, she seemed to catch the scent of tension; the man’s tone concealed a hint of warmth tinged with anger.

Eva quickly corrected herself: "Hubby! Calling you hubby!"

He smiled slyly: "Not too foolish." But even if she were foolish, he accepted it; after all, he was inexplicably drawn to this silly wife. Truly, pregnancy makes one silly for three years.

The man teased, "Darling, let’s not have any more, okay?"

She’s already dim-witted enough, and he doesn’t want her to become any dimmer. The thing is, giving birth is very painful; she’s most afraid of pain... moreover, it’s twins, there are great risks, he just hopes she can deliver smoothly with no mishaps.

"Really?" She clearly didn’t believe him.

Who was saying before that they wouldn’t have any?

The result was, two months into her pregnancy, she found out, and the crucial part was discovering she had twins. She cried tears of joy!

"Lucas Knight, you promised measures would prevent pregnancy..." She doesn’t even know how she got pregnant!!

If not for her belly growing larger by the day, she~ really couldn’t believe she was carrying a baby?

On the phone, the man smiled as his long fingers rubbed his brow, recalling some memories, and his lips curled into an alluring smile: "No measures." When did they ever take measures?

Those covers were just for show to let her see!

Little fool, he wants to truly, genuinely have her, not wishing for any form of barrier.

She’s so silly.

"Silly Eva,"

He called lightly. His tone was cold, filled with frosty breaths.

"Oh." Eva pouted. Alright, if there weren’t then there weren’t? She wouldn’t dwell on the past; she really loves the little baby in her belly. Every day she must touch her stomach, feeling so happy.

"You sneaky Dark Lord!" She accused.

The man on the phone seemed to ignore her, shifting the topic: "Eva Queen, go eat."

If she starved, he’d deal with her once he returned home.

"Got it, bye." She said as she prepared to hang up the phone.

Who knew, that man on the other end was truly domineering to the extreme, arrogantly commanding: "Don’t hang up." He wanted to hear her voice, talk to her on the phone, and encourage her to eat more.

Since she got pregnant, her appetite wasn’t good.

When he’s around, every day he coaxes her to eat.

It’s not that Eva is pampered, it’s just that her morning sickness is quite severe, often leaving her dizzy and nauseated, naturally reducing her appetite, resulting in her eating less.

He looked worried and pained.

Is pregnancy that uncomfortable?

Despite maintaining a cold, iceberg-like face, he still humbles himself to coax her, feed her.

Thus, Eva eats a bit more.

"I’m heading downstairs." She didn’t hang up, took the earphones, plugged them into her phone, and descended the stairs with them on.

She always knew the Crown Prince’s doings were hard to fathom, but who knew, he would even talk on the phone while eating?