"Eat." After she finished eating, he slowly tidied her up.

Eva Nightingale: "..."

It’s just eating something, does he have to be so cold and so laconic? Besides, in the past three years, the words "give up" have never been in her dictionary. She is a free spirit; why should she be imprisoned by him? Why should she agree to be his woman?

She meant nothing else, she just wanted to say: "Are you out of your mind?"

"Say that again?"

Eva Nightingale: "You are out of your mind! Aren’t you out of your mind, damn it? I regret provoking you, isn’t that enough? I just don’t want to be with you anymore, don’t want to be imprisoned by you, or be your woman. I don’t want to see you for another second."

...

Out of your mind, don’t want to see him.

These words fell on his ears, Lucas Knight curled his lips in self-mockery: "If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. Let’s handle the matter at hand first." After handling the matter, he would talk sense into her.

Heh, what a foolish woman!!

She is clearly his woman, but now she’s eloping with another man, shopping, soaking in hot springs, going on dinner dates alone? How comfortably she lives!

Lucas Knight said nothing, he just ripped off his tie, took off his clothes, threw them on the ground, and pressed heavily onto her.

"Babe. I’m warning you! Since you’ve entangled with me, in this life, in the next life, and the one after, don’t even dream of leaving my sight for a moment, let alone flirting with other men!!"

"Mmph, you bastard, stop biting me." Her skin hurt from his biting, "Bastard, it hurts so much, let me go... mmph."

As she cursed, her lips were heavily blocked, his sensual tongue forcibly invaded her mouth, entangling with hers. In just a moment, she went limp in his arms.

*

He domineeringly possessed her and took her away from the Four Seasons Hotel, back to the country.

This time they didn’t go to Bali Island, he took her directly to Sovereign Capital, where his men arranged for her to live in a villa in a wealthy area.

No...

It’s not living.

This was imprisonment, this time he was truly angered, this time it was real imprisonment.

Eva Nightingale’s body was covered with mottled kiss marks, as she was forcibly taken on the spot, she fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, and when she awoke, she smelled a strong scent of tobacco.

It was the smell of smoke...

It was quite fragrant.

She frowned, looking towards where the scent emanated. The man was sitting by the vintage-style floor-to-ceiling window, showing her a side profile. His thin, sensual lips held a cigarette, which he was smoking.

"You bastard—"

"Lucas Knight, you bastard—"

She moved slightly, only to realize her hands and feet were chained.

She lay on a luxurious European-style vintage bed, the chains on her hands glittered with golden light, even the shackles were inlaid with shining jewels.

These shackles and chains that confined her were extremely luxurious.

"You’re a bastard!"

Eva Nightingale burned with anger, grabbing a pillow beside her, she hurled it forcefully at him.

Due to her entire body being weak and limp, she couldn’t throw the pillow with much force. Besides the strong smell of smoke in her nose, there was a dense, ambiguous sensual atmosphere. As someone experienced, she knew what that meant.

He had just possessed her...

"Bastard." She grabbed the ashtray beside her and hurled it at the man forcefully.

"Bang." A loud sound.

Lucas Knight slightly dodged, the ashtray swept past his head, hitting the glass directly and shattering on the spot.

He curved his lips, pinched out the cigarette butt with his bare hands, then turned to look at her, a flash of interest passing through his deep eyes: "It seems, you’re well-rested already?"