The moment before, she just wanted to rip apart the man who forced her to take birth control, yet now he was being so gentle?!

Ha.

It must be an illusion.

She almost got so angry just now that she cried.

She wouldn’t foolishly think he’s being kind to her in this moment.

"I’ll wash myself, just unlock my handcuffs," she said directly, "I’m only worried about you, aren’t I? What kind of man helps a woman take a bath, and you’ve been holding me all this time, aren’t you tired?"

"I’m willing," his voice carried a cold intensity, making Eva Nightingale shiver involuntarily.

This man, is he incapable of communicating?

Just as her face turned green with anger, Lucas Knight suddenly leaned in: "You’re so shaky you can’t even stand, can you really take a bath on your own?" The bathroom was so slippery, was she sure?

He was clearly concerned about her, inexplicably so.

Yet it seemed like she loathed it, could it be he was being foolish by caring so much, only to be temporarily despised?

"Come, hold on to me," Lucas Knight said, carrying Eva Nightingale into the bathroom, her handcuffs still on, effortlessly.

"What will it take for you to unlock my handcuffs?!"

This is so uncomfortable, could he be some kind of pervert?

Lucas Knight turned on the faucet, paused for a moment, and answered: "Depends on my mood." Depends on his mood. If he was in a good mood, he could get her the stars from the sky.

Who knew, just as he finished speaking, the girl in his arms softly called out: "Husband."

Husband.

During their intimate moments, she only called him President, never with such an intimate term, so much so that he froze, nearly letting her slip to the floor.

"What did you call me?"

"Husband..." she voluntarily clung to him, said aggrievedly, "My wrists are all red."

Her skin was so fair and tender, with such thick chains and handcuffs, of course it was uncomfortable.

"Husband..."

She didn’t know where she got the courage, though she was usually bad, calling him husband was a first-time impression, if ignoring those damn handcuffs, she did seem to be like spouses with him.

"Mm." He smiled, lifting the shower to rinse her clean quickly, then carried her out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed, "I’ll unlock them for you now."

"Behave, don’t run again..."

He felt an inexplicable ache.

Quickly, he unlocked her handcuffs, then roughly grabbed Eva Nightingale’s hand, sure enough it was really red.

"Let me massage it for you."

"..." Eva Nightingale frowned. Just a moment ago, she had caused the redness herself, casually mentioned it, who knew he’d be this worried.

Was it just because they had slept together a few times, he...

"Lucas Knight, what exactly are you imprisoning me for?"

This question made his voice even colder: "Because you are my woman now, you should stay by my side."

Last time, he arranged such a nice place for her to stay, but she didn’t like it.

If she didn’t like it she could have simply told him directly, but why would she use his affection for her as a means to escape?

Eva Nightingale: "..."

She paused, then forced a smile: "Is it just because we... spent a night together?"

He laughed: "Was it just one night?"

Eva Nightingale: "I don’t remember! Besides, at first, I didn’t casually want to sleep with you!" It was all because of Eliana Beckett, pushing her to get closer to the Beckett and Coldwell families, and insisting she pick someone from these two families.

She only considered his genetic traits because she had no other choice.