Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 687 - 686: No More, Hubby, Woo Woo! (3)

He was watching intently.

Clearly, she wore so little herself and bent over, that deep cleavage was in full view.

His eyesight was excellent, and moreover, he still remembered the feel of her curves, exquisite indeed.

"Little thing, what did you just call me?"

His gaze remained on her face, slowly moving down to rest on her cherry-like lips, glistening as if they were ripe cherries, exuding a deadly temptation, so tempting to taste!

"Husband." She wisely changed her words, lying down on the big bed, "Well, I’m sleepy, I want to sleep now."

In truth, she wasn’t sleepy.

She was just simply avoiding his gaze!

"Baby, take off your clothes." The man’s magnetic, husky voice reached her ears, resonating her eardrums, nearly making her dizzy. His voice was so aggressive!

Take off clothes?

Just like that, take it off for him to see?

He really dreams beautifully!!

This man, he must be a demon, right? He was like someone who hadn’t touched a woman for several lifetimes, each time he caught her, he could go on the bed, the sofa, the desk.

Just thinking about it made her blush: "No way, I’ll be cold without clothes!"

Cold? The room she slept in had automatic air conditioning, the heater was warm, he had someone set it up in advance! Warm!

He slightly curled his lips, his eyes narrowed, and extinguished the cigarette in his hand by pinching it in his palm.

There was just that spot where a wound from glass recently pricked, the hot cigarette butt burnt a black scar into the man’s broad palm.

Only then did he huskily speak: "Wife, it hurts."

"Ah, what happened to you again?" Eva Nightingale was anxious, "Are you okay?" This man truly cannot put people at ease, "Lucas Knight, what happened to you?"

His behavior, truly one way at one moment and another the next, just like his thoughts that were as boundless as the sky, leaving her dumbfounded and quite worried.

"Pain." He parted his thin lips to utter a single word, his voice hoarse, evoking a wicked smile, "It’s that area, it hurts." It was that place meant for passing on the bloodline... had a reaction, hurt. Hurt hurt.

Eva Nightingale: "..."

Which area?

She hadn’t caught on, staring at his forehead: "Give the phone to Harry North, I’ll have him call a doctor for you."

That night when he was in the study, his forehead suddenly turned blue, she was so anxious that day, just looking at it hurt, she went to get an ice pack for him, and he actually threw it away mercilessly!!

"..." Lucas Knight.

Maybe punish Harry North later?

The black extended Bentley RV had arrived at the luxurious manor, Harry North had already gotten out of the car first.

Alexander Kingsley, on the other hand, furrowed his brows, occasionally bearing a wicked look, glancing at the Crown Prince. And when the car stopped, he also hurried out of the car!

Staying inside might just get frozen to death by the Crown Prince’s icy presence?

Give him a call, and it lasts this long. Usually, in important meetings, billion-dollar contracts, he would disregard them, and now he finds it peculiar!

Outside the car.

Harry North stared blankly at Alexander Kingsley, puzzled, "Admiral, have you noticed, the Crown Prince has been rather volatile lately?"

Truly odd recently.

Although he was always peculiar and had unique ways before, it wasn’t this exaggerated, suddenly ordering someone to bring Eva Nightingale to Lanwan Estate.

"Admiral, the Crown Prince woke up from a nap, and his forehead was bruised."

Alexander Kingsley: "Mm." The Crown Prince not being normal is what’s normal!