Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 108: Differential Treatment

"Right, right!" Alexander Kingsley chid in, "Sebastian should be coupled up too, we’re all good friends, of course I’ll take care of it for him!" Hmm, let’s find a few more. Tonight, the invitations from the Crown Prince went out to a whole bunch of heiresses from reputable families, all well-versed in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Surely there must be soone Sebastian Yansford likes among them.

Alexander Kingsley went to find Barrett Scott and Sebastian Yansford, and they soon started playing together, "Whoever treats Mr. Yansford well tonight, I’ll treat them to a milk bath at the Nightfall Palace tomorrow."

"Good, good."

anwhile, on the top deck of the yacht.

Soone else, who lost in a ga of ’Truth or Dare,’ was shouting at the top of their lungs: "Lucas Knight, I love you."

Everyone laughed, unable to resist gossiping: Hmm, another one lost at ’Truth or Dare’.

Uh-oh, another one to feed to the sharks.

The bodyguards were already prepared with tape, ready to seal her mouth and toss her into the sea.

Oh, and let’s sprinkle so pepper spray.

Anyway, the Crown Prince ordered that anyone else behind Eugiene would be treated the sa way, plus a splash of pepper spray.

At this mont, on the sixth deck of the yacht.

Many people heard that so-called confession, and curiosity shifted their gaze to the Crown Prince.

The man sat there with a languid posture, elegant fingers holding a premium Saint Laurent cigar, exuding an aura of noble abstinence.

"Sir, another woman just confessed to you, and now she’s going to have her mouth taped and thrown into the sea."

Thrown into the sea. Hmm?

Ha, who dares throw his woman?

Lucas Knight’s deep-set eyes slightly narrowed, a faint curve appeared on his lips as he got up and left; he seed delighted at this mont.

...

On the top deck of the yacht, those bodyguards were about to toss the ’playing with fire’ Eva Nightingale into the sea.

Unexpectedly, a tall figure ca like a gust of wind, swiftly kicking them aside.

Several dark figures traced elegant arcs through the air and then splashed heavily into the sea,

"Boom——"

"..." Eva was montarily stunned.

"Co here." Lucas Knight extended his arms.

Eva turned back, looking at him: "You, why did you co up here?"

"To get you." His thin lips parted slightly, irresistibly alluring.

And those bodyguards who had just fallen into the sea felt very wronged, was it actually the Crown Prince who kicked them?

Why wasn’t it Eva Nightingale who fell into the sea, but them? Why did events unfold differently from their imaginations, was it... favoritism?!

The gentle breeze brushed past their faces as Lucas Knight helped Eva down, a commanding tone falling: "What did you just say?"

Eva: "I didn’t say anything..." Her voice grew softer, didn’t she say it just now?

"Hmm?"

Eva: "I did." She rembered, "What I said was... I, love, you."

He curved his lips: "Say what? I, your husband, didn’t hear."

Eva bit her lip: "I love you."

"Didn’t hear——"

Eva: "I hate you!!"

He must have heard it this ti, right?!

Crown Prince, you’re good at everything, except your hearing.

After speaking, she was afraid of being punished, so she slipped into the banquet hall. Lucas Knight paused, looking at her back, perhaps she knew it was windy on the top deck, so she wore a thick coat when she went up, but it didn’t affect her beauty in the slightest.

He admitted, she was the only woman who caught his eye.

From beginning to end.

Thinking about it, he curved his lips, then strode forward, suddenly having the urge to talk to her about life, the kind where the two of them lie down together.