Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 14: Sweet Daily Life

Who exactly is the master here?

This incredibly bold woman cos to the bar drinking and wears so little. If he doesn’t hold her, who will?

Eva Nightingale was already drunk. She looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"

She brazenly asked, while fidgeting in his embrace. Because his presence was so overwhelming and noble, she didn’t pay much attention and didn’t recognize this man at all.

Right, she didn’t recognize that this is her husband!

"Who are you?" These three words sounded in his ears, Lucas Knight’s face turned icy, the car seed to freeze over. He coldly said, "Say that again?"

"Hmm... who are..." She furrowed her brows, paused, and then said, "New husband~"

She ant to say newlywed husband, but sohow it ca out as ’new husband’ from her mouth!

New husband, very well. His face was beyond the darkness of a pot’s bottom at this point.

He pinched her chin and asked, "How many husbands do you have?"

In the car, Harry North was in the driver’s seat, sensing a thick tension in the air. The girl... not only slept with our Crown Prince and got him to marry her, but also dares to say ’new husband’ right in front of him.

Yep, Harry could already imagine how Eva would be dealt with!

At this mont, it was like sitting on pins and needles.

"Harry, speed it up," Lucas Knight impatiently urged.

"Yes, yes, Crown Prince, I’m speeding up..." Harry pressed the accelerator harder, as instructed earlier, and headed towards Eva Nightingale’s villa.

Half an hour later.

The luxury car stopped in front of Villa No. 8.

Lucas Knight held Eva Nightingale with one arm, carrying her roughly on his shoulder and taking her into the villa.

Harry and the bodyguard: "..."

Sir, is carrying the trend now!!

To carry a little wife, shouldn’t it be a princess carry?

"Ouch, it hurts!" Eva whined on the man’s shoulder, "Can’t you be gentler, you’re hurting ~"

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Yes, it hurts~"

"It’ll hurt more later!" His voice was very pleasant but without a hint of tenderness. He just threw her onto the big bed roughly.

She was thrown, bouncing on the big bed, and then frowned, accusing, "Are you the Dark Lord!" Why can’t you be gentler, even though her bed was very soft.

Lucas Knight straightened up, looking down at her, his legs crossed, his thighs were fair and straight, making his mouth go dry. The next second, he leaned over and undressed her.

Soon, scattered clothes were abandoned all over the floor.

The whole room was filled with an intimate and enchanting atmosphere.

"What are you doing!"

"Giving you a bath." He cradled her and walked into the bathroom, warm water sprinkled over Eva Nightingale’s skin.

"I can bathe myself."

He murmured, "I’ll help you."

Her face was so red; she couldn’t tell north from south, east from west. Could she really bathe herself now?!

Besides, they’re married, what’s happened has happened, what part of her hasn’t he seen?

Since he’s seen it all and touched it all, what is there to worry about?

An hour later.

Eva Nightingale was lying on the bed in a won’s robe.

She had been given sothing to sober up, and now she was much clearer. She looked at herself and was a bit shocked: "Lucas... Mr. Lucas, did you help bathe?"

Lucas Knight turned to look at her: "What did you call ?"

"Hus-husband..."

Lucas Knight: "Didn’t hear that."

Eva Nightingale blushed: "Dear husband!"