Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 370: He Left, He Really Left (Part 3)

Alexander Kingsley hadn’t reacted yet when that heavy punch struck his face.

Damn, ah.

Man, you are so fierce!

You don’t know I like you, and yet you still hit ! Damn it, Alexander Kingsley twitched the corner of his mouth, honestly, he had never seen such a wild man!

Wild and handso!

Fuck, ah.

So handso! Has real manliness.

A man should be like this, when he’s pissed, he rolls up his sleeves and goes for it!

"Crown Prince, can you behave a bit? You keep going like this, you’re gonna die!" He’s already lost a lot of blood, even though Alexander Kingsley doesn’t know how he got injured... But he knows, the knife went in deep, and very accurately, just a bit away from hitting the heart!

Doesn’t the Crown Prince want to live anymore?

Does he want to die!

If he dies, Alexander Kingsley doesn’t want to live either.

If both these n die, wouldn’t Eva Nightingale and Carla Carr still be the ones to suffer, those two silly won?

What if the two of them get bullied? If they die, who will back those two silly won!

Alexander Kingsley feels bad just thinking about it.

"Crown Prince! Man! Stop being a Dark Lord! You keep going like this, and won’t the ones getting hurt still be the won? Have you thought about Eva Nightingale and your child? What if you die, Eva Nightingale finds a man and marries him, and your child calls another man dad, wouldn’t your heart hurt?"

"Man! What if you die! Eva Nightingale really marries another man... Can you bear that? Huh?"

"Aren’t you so in love with her, can you bear to leave her alone?"

Lucas Knight paused montarily, well, he couldn’t bear it, he won’t die, and whoever dares to compete with him for a woman, he’ll definitely take away their root of existence!

"Man, go get your wound bandaged, okay?"

Alexander Kingsley can’t do anything, he can’t beat the Crown Prince at all, despite the blood loss making the opponent half incapacitated, he still isn’t sure he’d win.

If he wins, great, knock the Crown Prince out, take him to the dical office for treatnt.

If he can’t win...

Alexander Kingsley might get beaten halfway to death!

"Follow ."

Lucas Knight had only three words.

Alexander Kingsley was puzzled, feeling slow-witted, and followed Lucas Knight into the elevator.

The elevator went to the first floor, that man walked out of the elevator, Alexander Kingsley followed behind.

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In front of Renai Hospital building, a sports car was parked: A-ventador.

Lamborghini, flashy red, it looked like it was driven by a woman.

This was Eva Nightingale’s sports car, gifted to her by Sebastian Yansford at a New York auction for her eighteenth birthday at a price of twenty-five million.

Lucas Knight was thinking about what Alexander Kingsley said earlier, about another man, and thought of this flashy sports car, Lamborghini, gifted by Sebastian Yansford, her uncle.

Lucas Knight looked and looked, his deep phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, tinged with a bloodthirsty, evil grin.

Oh, damn, his hands felt itchy again.

Should he smash this car or not?

Smash it?

Or directly toss it? Toss it in the sewer?

No, directly smash it into pieces and then throw it in the sewer?

"Alexander Kingsley, bring a hamr."

"..." Hamr? Alexander Kingsley was stunned for a mont, completely not reacting to what the Crown Prince wanted to do! He paused, then instructed his n to find a hamr.

The n quickly delivered the hamr.

Alexander Kingsley held the hamr, handed it to Lucas Knight: "Man, the hamr’s here." Alexander Kingsley really didn’t know what he wanted to do! He wanted to ask but didn’t dare to, didn’t dare to know what he wanted to do either.

Because Lucas Knight’s intentions were always beyond his understanding.