Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1209 - 1206: Three Days of Cold War

He scanned the area but couldn’t see a trace of her.

This ti, he gave her the cold shoulder for three days.

Eva Nightingale naturally knew he was ignoring her, but she didn’t call him either. They didn’t live together, and she enjoyed the freedom. After taking a bath at night, she called Isabel Grant to inquire about Ivy and Little Berry’s situation, then slept on the sofa on the second floor watching TV.

Being ignored was surprisingly liberating!

Lucas Knight went upstairs.

As he climbed the stairs, he loosened his tie. Feeling a bit warm, he undid two buttons, revealing a hint of bronze skin.

Upon reaching the living room, he found Eva Nightingale sound asleep in her short nightdress without a blanket. Her long, white legs were a sight in his vision.

Lucas Knight walked over, bent down, and picked up her soft, tender body.

"Ugh... You bastard, what are you doing... Don’t touch !!"

Even in her dreams, she sensed soone touching her with that undeniable cool sensation.

"Look carefully, see who I am." His voice was deep and magnetic, "If you catch a cold sleeping on the sofa, see how I’ll deal with you, little thing!"

She might be sleeping on the sofa, but wearing such a short dress and covering nothing.

Lucas Knight placed Eva Nightingale on the big bed, ready to get up and take a shower. He had been busy these three days, feeling sowhat exhausted and road-weary.

Who would have thought that as he was about to stand upright, he found her left leg maintaining a position wrapped around his waist? The key was this woman wore a dress; such a position, indescribable but understood.

Eva Nightingale was evidently asleep.

Lucas Knight dared not move, casting his gaze down to her white thigh.

His sight accidentally fell on her body, with the small V-neck strap dress slipping down her shoulders, barely concealing her chest’s graceful softness.

"Do you know what you’re doing?"

His voice was low.

His large hand grabbed her leg and drew it away from his waist, placing her smooth white leg back under the blanket, then commanded, "Don’t start trouble, little thing!"

Eva Nightingale stirred, sliding directly into his embrace, because he had been speaking close to her. A single stretch of her arm had her hugging his neck, and as a man, he couldn’t ignore her softness.

"Don’t rush, wait till your husband takes a shower." His magnetic voice fell into her ears, and he pried her hands from him, placing them back under the blanket.

...

In her sleep, Eva Nightingale heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

She opened her eyes, tracing the sound to its source.

Only to shockingly discover she was sleeping in the room.

Wasn’t she watching TV on the living room sofa?

Because of a disagreent that day, they separated in bad terms, and this separation had lasted three full days. They initially agreed to borrow genes, but now it’s been a month without any signs in her belly. Looking at his strong physique, his sperm should be fine, right? In hindsight, perhaps they weren’t trying hard enough?

With the marriage contract set to end in 11 months, they’ll part ways. Eva Nightingale would return to the Eastern Europe Kingdom, and this transaction must not end in vain.

In her thoughts, she heard movents from the bathroom.

Eva Nightingale looked toward the bathroom and saw his tall figure at the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. He hastily wiped off the water on his body and hair with a towel.

What a devilish man!

He walked over and grabbed a hairdryer, ssily drying his hair.