Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1213 - 1210: You Bad Guy

The magnetic voice settled, he leaned forward slightly, and their lips t intimately.

He took her lower lip in his mouth, gently brushing it from side to side, lightly sucking a few tis, then his tongue tip gently slid across her red lips; soon, a silver thread ambiguously hung upon their lips.

Her body was weak and powerless, without his embrace she might have fallen.

He kissed her, and his large hand around her slender waist tightened gradually, holding her securely so she couldn’t break free, but just perfectly, not too tightly that she’d gasp for breath.

Eva Nightingale was gently pushed by him, her slippers unknowingly slipped off, and her bare fair feet stepped onto the soft, thick Persian carpet, slowly retreating...

Unconsciously, they kissed all the way into the master bedroom, he kicked the door shut; Eva was pressed against it, utterly lost, as if her soul had been kissed away by him.

"No... Lucas Knight, stop. You said you wouldn’t do anything... Alright, alright, I’m afraid to let you co in to sleep, you warm the bed for , just today... Tomorrow you continue sleeping on the sofa... Ah, mm..."

"Lucas... Lucas..."

"Mm, what’s wrong?" His voice was magnetic, low; the woman who earlier wanted to ascend to heaven was now softly clinging on, calling his na repeatedly, her body instinctively leaning towards him, the man’s conquest desire made him very happy, "Honey, hold tight..."

"Mm, Lucas, you’re too tall..."

"Then I’ll hold you."

"Mm... Darling... Love you, hold , darling... Lucas..."

She didn’t know when her body turned into a puddle, softly clinging to him.

"Be good, can you stop calling?" Even untouched, yet she... Kept him set ablaze.

...

The entire night, Lucas Knight truly fulfilled the statent of being a bed-warming tool, holding her, covered her with a quilt, ward the bed.

The next day.

Lucas Knight looked at the little woman still sound asleep beside him; it was about ti to set off for the plane, but it seed that the little woman wasn’t ready to wake up just yet.

He had to find a fluffy blanket to wrap her tender body, then carried her like a caterpillar, went downstairs.

"Crown Prince..."

"Crown Prince, good morning..."

The maids busy greeted him, seeing the lady in the boss’s arms, a blanket covering her body, face buried in his chest, sleeping in complete ignorance.

"Good morning." Lucas Knight replied.

Then, holding Eva Nightingale in his arms, he continued to walk forward, the car was already waiting at the villa’s entrance.

"Wow—" The maids, behind, couldn’t help but exclaim with envy, "Wow! I’m dying of envy!"

"This Young Madam is just too lucky, isn’t she?"

"Exactly! Dropped from the sky, pampered by our Master every day; now the whole Lanwan Estate knows she’s our Young Madam and treats her accordingly. That’s beyond re happiness to describe."

"Just a few days ago, Madam brought Young Master and Young Miss to New York; I’ve also heard Madam plans to make her the mistress of the entire Lanwan Estate."

"That ans she’s our future mistress, indeed!"

...

Lucas Knight carried her into the car; Eva Nightingale woke up, first seeing his jawline, deep and sculpted, like crafted by God with care.

"Um, where to?"

She shifted slightly in his arms, discovering she was wrapped in a blanket, her body almost entirely exposed.