Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 706 - 705: Eva Nightingale, Don’t Challenge Me

Chapter 706: Chapter 705: Eva Nightingale, Don’t Challenge Me

Indeed, she still can’t bear to let him go. That’s great.

Yes, she has been cherished for so long, as if protecting sugar from melting and holding her heart tight.

He’s so good, can she really bear to leave him?

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Eva Nightingale walked with her head down, her thoughts already wandering far, completely oblivious to the tall, poised figure approaching her from behind.

Before she could react, a pair of broad, strong hands suddenly grabbed her small waist, and in an instant, the world spun, and she fell into a familiar embrace.

In the dead of night, thinking it was a villain, she cursed while biting into the man’s chest.

That’s when she realized...

This embrace seemed... a bit familiar?

"Huh?" He slightly moved his sexy, crimson lips and uttered a pleasant sound, with an upward inflection at the end.

"You... You quickly let me go!" She was momentarily stunned, knowing without looking up that it was Lucas Knight. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The masculine scent invading her nostrils was so pleasant, so aggressive, and his embrace was particularly reassuring, particularly warm.

They had been together for so long.

His scent and the way he held her were clear as if engraved deep in her bones. So, even without looking up at him, she knew the man holding her was Lucas Knight!

"No."

He seemed to finally understand that his love for this little thing had long gone beyond expectation.

His entire body exuded coldness, and she shivered slightly. Well, it’s time to settle accounts.

He picked up the person in his embrace and just tossed her into the luxury car!

Eva Nightingale fell and felt a bit of pain, instinctively curled up, biting her lip, full of grievance accusing the man, "I’m sorry, Mr. President... let’s break up."

She would not perform a paternity test!

He better not think about dragging her back for a paternity test!

His large hand accurately grabbed her small face, pinching her chin, entirely implying punishment.

Her daring escape certainly had a cost.

Now was the time to punish her, completely punish her, but considering she was pregnant with the little bun, all "punishment items" were remembered for the future; these were just the tip of the iceberg.

He couldn’t imagine how much pain he’d feel knowing she ran away with another man. Had she ever considered how hurt he’d be? Would she feel heartache?

Clearly, she was in the wrong, yet she was the one crying, and what could he do?

After a while, he let her go.

He was tall and stood there at about one ninety meters, enveloping her in his cold aura.

His eyes brimmed with danger, and the corners of his lips curled into a seductive and evil curve, seemingly smiling, lowering his gaze.

At this moment, as he looked at her, there was no hint of ambiguity, his voice was cool and clear: "Still running? Huh?"

His tone was interrogative, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but carried an extremely strong presence, making her feel a bit guilty.

No, why was she guilty?

Huh?

She moved back a bit and then prepared to pull open the car door and get out, but who knew, the door handle wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t open! Did he lock the car door?

"Still running? Little thing?"

He bent down, his overwhelming masculine presence enveloping her, and the icy coldness made her freeze for a moment; she sensed he was angry!

In the past, no matter what, there was never this kind of fear and unease!

This time is different from before.

But so what? Her anger was worse, tens of times more than his, as she forcefully tried to pull the car door, with a "click," it opened.

She got out of the car, poised to leave, not planning to talk much with him.

But was it really that easy?

She had only walked two steps when the man’s voice, filled with rage, came from behind, "Eva Nightingale, don’t challenge my limits."

Limits?

She bit her lip, not turning her head, "Mr. President, we are divorced. I am free. If you don’t want our baby, I can give birth myself, ensuring no relation to you and no entanglement."

Don’t like it? Who said he didn’t like the little bun! The little thing had such guts, even daring to distrust him?

She could believe what others said?

Why couldn’t she trust him?

"Remarry." His voice was extremely cold, "The child is mine, and you are mine." Neither can be lost.

"You know the child is yours?" Her tears burst out, accusing. Since he knew the child was his, why did he treat her like that? Her heart was in turmoil.

Lucas Knight only had two words: "Remarry."