Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 13: Husband, Have You Abandoned Me?

This whole month, there’s been no news from him, and I can’t get through to him on the phone... no response to texts either.

Eva Nightingale felt a bit defeated.

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Nightfall Palace, VIP bar counter.

"That old song echoes in the streets again, mories of the past flood my chest, there’s a chasm between rembering and forgetting, I want to cross but it’s impossible..."

The explosive and heart-wrenching DJ music envelops her ears, multicolored flashlights occasionally flicker on Eva Nightingale.

Well, they say that when you’re down, even a drink of water can make you choke—she could die of anger from herself.

Just got married, and her husband disappeared. Is it only her who encounters such things? If it weren’t for that marriage certificate being real, she’d think she was hallucinating.

A month of searching and no trace, he vanished into thin air... or rather, apart from that marriage certificate and the fact that she was slept with, it’s as if this person never existed.

Nightfall Palace.

It was a month ago when they t, at the place where that indescribable thing happened.

Because she couldn’t reach him, Eva Nightingale reported him as a missing person to the police, who detained her for a week for "spreading rumors," only releasing her today.

Damn it, it’d be strange if she were in a good mood.

So, she slipped back into Nightfall Palace, gulping down several bottles of Royal Salute, drinking until her head was dizzy, and looked up at the handso bartender, "Handso, another Long Island Iced Tea."

"Hmm?" The bartender was taken aback. The Long Island Iced Tea is the strongest; was she trying to drink herself to heaven?

But, after all, the custor is king.

The bartender reluctantly handed her the Long Island Iced Tea.

Eva Nightingale took it, drinking in a daze, and saw a pair of long and straight legs approaching her.

His suit was impeccably tailored, revealing his perfectly toned muscles beneath, texture even and seductive.

The man wore a cold and handso face, his dark brows knitted, exuding a natural and commanding presence that made others back away.

He approached and snatched the glass from her hand.

"Hey, you took my drink..." Before she could finish, she was pulled into his arms, the world spun, and her lips were sealed.

Familiar male pheromones, fiercely aggressive, invaded her mouth; her body heated up and went soft.

His expression was dark and stormy, eyes narrowed, filled with danger. This woman dared to co to the bar dressed so scantily?

Who allowed her?

He had the urge to "kill".

The kind where you wipe out billions or more.

He dominantly clutched her head, kissing her forcefully until the woman in his arms turned limp, eagerly grasping his clothes and whimpering in his arms, seeing her thus, he finally released her with satisfaction.

Afterward, he tossed a Black Gold Diamond Card on the bar and carried her away.

At the entrance of Nightfall Palace, a lavish Rolls-Royce Phantom limousine stood majestically as Lucas Knight carried her inside.

Eva Nightingale was too drunk to comprehend where she was.

The interior was dim; the side profile of the handso man was like a masterpiece sculpted by a top-tier craftsman, flawless without a single blemish.

"Crown Prince, your injury..." The bodyguards stared wide-eyed at the stunningly handso man, aware of the fact that he was injured, weren’t they?

The Crown Prince’s injury had been resting for a month.

Even though it wasn’t life-threatening now, carrying a woman like that was not conducive to his recovery.

"Crown Prince, Dr. ng suggested you shouldn’t carry..." The bodyguard didn’t finish his sentence before Lucas Knight coldly shouted, "Get out!"