Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 686 - 685: Supervising Her Over the Phone

"Honey..."

"Shh, don’t talk, kiss me." The man commanded, his domineering tone not allowing for refusal, his magnetic voice was as irresistible as a deadly poppy.

Kiss? How on earth should this be done!

Moreover, there are so many maids downstairs. If such private matters are overheard, it would be... so embarrassing.

"I’m eating." She said.

Then, without waiting for him to speak, she went downstairs to the living room and sat down.

She started eating, without being picky. Afraid that being picky might anger him over the phone, leading to unreasonable demands or forcibly wanting a kiss.

Thinking about it, her cheek turned a shade of blush.

Quickly, she lowered her head and continued eating.

The dishes were to her liking, all crafted by a top nutritionist, specifically made for pregnant women — nutritious and not overwhelming.

She ate.

He just listened throughout, seemingly never getting enough of the sound, Eva Nightingale stopped talking and focused on eating.

With so many maids, truth be told, although their service was excellent, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Everyone, leave..." Mrs. Fang noticed Eva Nightingale’s gaze and instructed the maids to leave.

Suddenly, in the vast dining room, only Eva Nightingale remained, making it exceptionally serene.

"Eat more." The man on the phone said three words, his tone stern yet carrying a hint of concern, "Be good."

"..." She was almost finished! Does that mean she should eat more?

A few minutes passed.

Eva Nightingale got up and said to the man on the phone, "I’m full!"

"Mm, go upstairs, video call." Saying this, the man hung up the phone, quickly followed by a video call, Eva Nightingale paused for a moment and answered.

The man on the screen had a handsome face, with striking features. Even through the phone screen, he exuded an innate powerful aura, akin to a royal presence.

"Crown Prince, have you eaten?" She observed he seemed to be in the car, from a long journey, looking tired. When he returns, she must care more for him. It made Eva Nightingale feel quite guilty because, in their relationship, it was always him caring for her and helping her.

"You need to eat more!" She advised, not wanting him to lose weight, because she cherished the feeling of being embraced by him, his sturdy build providing a sense of safety and the desire to be protected. If he lost weight, that feeling would be gone.

In the video, the man’s noble stature leisurely lounged on a luxurious seat, his long legs casually crossed, exuding a god-like aura.

His deep phoenix eyes slightly squinted, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Eva Nightingale, who was wearing a strap nightdress, wine-red in color, complementing her complexion.

Wearing so little?

When sleeping with him, she really wished to wrap herself up like a mummy, sleeping far away from him. Each time, her slender body would move to the edge of the bed.

"What... What are you looking at?" She quickly covered her chest, her face flushed, followed by her body, tinted in a shade of pink, alluring like a peach blossom.

Noticing his gaze growing hotter, more intense, she turned away, not daring to look at the man in the video, "Well, I’m sleepy! I’m going to sleep! Crown Prince, please suit yourself!"

"Hm?" She wants to hang up the video?