Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1143 - 1140: Be Good, Sit on My Lap. Hubby Will Help

"Crown Prince~ she’s so fierce!" Ava Morgan deliberately leaned towards the man in the driver’s seat.

"I’ll say it again, get the hell out imdiately!" Eva Nightingale had lost her patience. Don’t push her to act, alright? She wouldn’t hit Ava Morgan, but Lucas Knight definitely wouldn’t have it easy.

"Ha." He curled his lips, looking satisfied at the angry Eva Nightingale.

So this is how cute she looks when she’s jealous!

Lucas Knight looked at Eva Nightingale, his deep, phoenix-like eyes emanating danger.

Eva Nightingale couldn’t be bothered to look at him. She pulled out a check from her bag and tossed it in Ava Morgan’s face, "Here’s your money, now get out imdiately! This is my man!!"

Ava Morgan was stunned by Eva Nightingale’s shout, tears streaming down as she prepared to act coy with Lucas Knight. Who knew, Lucas Knight spoke up: "Miss Ava, my madam has already spoken, she wants you to get out imdiately."

"Otherwise, as you can see, my madam is so fierce, there’s no way I’ll have it easy when we get back."

Ava Morgan, bitter and unable to complain, pouted, "Crown Prince, aren’t you..." not married!!

But before she could finish her sentence, Lucas Knight shouted again, "Harry will transfer the money to you, you can leave now..."

"No... Crown Prince!" Ava Morgan cried out pitifully, "I’m not with you for the money. I like you as a person, that’s why I ca all the way from the Sovereign Empire to Eastern Europe. You don’t know, in just two short months, I’ve co five or six tis. Every ti after shooting, I book a flight to see you. I’ve never been in it for the money..."

"Miss Ava, I hope it’s not my special assistant who has to ask you to leave. If that happens, in the Sovereign Empire, your Morgan Family... may not have a place to stand." He wasn’t joking.

To put it bluntly, if Ava Morgan continued to act out, she’d be blacklisted!!!

Blacklisted.

"I..." Ava Morgan held back her tears, "I’ll leave right away!" She said, unfastening her seatbelt and sensibly got out.

Eva Nightingale glanced at the woman’s sorry state, curled her lips in self-mockery, Lucas Knight, you’re way too much!

"Get in the car." He seed to be in a good mood.

Eva Nightingale got rid of that woman, and now with no sense of crisis, she pretended to be deaf, ignoring him.

She blatantly ignored him.

"Get in the car." His voice now lacked so of the previous coldness, looking at her, he urged again.

Eva Nightingale still pretended to be deaf.

He got angry, a chill emanating from his whole body, got out of the car, walked around the front of it, ca to her side, and wrapped his arm around her small waist, "Eva, I’m telling you to get in the car, don’t let my words go in one ear and out the other."

"Let go of !" She pushed his hand away, "You bastard... why did you pretend to have amnesia, and for two whole months!!"

"Mr. President, is deceiving others’ feelings that fun?"

"Since you already know, why ask ?" He didn’t explain, his face looking a bit worse than before.

"You..."

She had just scolded that vixen and hadn’t cried, but now couldn’t help her vision getting blurry.

Raising her hand, she pounded it against his chest, "I’m not getting in a car that cheap woman sat in! Who knows what you two might have done in it, I can’t stand it..."

Her hand ford a fist, pounding on him.

After hitting a few tis, her hand hurt.

This man, why train to have such a muscular body for no reason? It’s hard to hit him well, making her hand hurt!!!

"Eva, can you stop being so difficult, hmm?" He suddenly grabbed her hand, his eyes deep and inscrutable, making it impossible to see what emotions lay within.