Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 446: Take It Easy, Honey (7)

So much has happened lately, Eva Nightingale hasn’t been sleeping well, plus she just recovered from a fever.

The man fed her, then held her, coaxing her to sleep.

Maybe because of the pregnancy, she was more prone to sleepiness, so she quickly fell asleep in his arms.

Her face buried in his chest.

Separated by a robe.

He held her with both hands, extrely careful, yes, this position, as indulgent as possible.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of holding her, for so reason, he always felt she was about to rember!

If she rembers those unhappy mories, will she leave him? Ignore him? Because she hasn’t agreed to marry him, he always feels a bit bothered, insecure, indeed, it’s the first ti he feels so helpless!

Moreover, he feels that the fellow inside his body has been quite restless lately, a bad premonition...

But in Eva Nightingale’s mind, he’s just a man she just t, yet he makes her feel inexplicably familiar... There’s sothing about him that makes one want to get close.

But isn’t he rumored to be aloof and ascetic, not interested in won?

Also, many say he’s gay, a man who likes n!

While Eva was sleeping, she turned over, draping her legs over the man, then curled up, rubbing her leg against his lower abdon.

Lucas Knight: "..."

Hmm, inexplicably feeling parched.

She was completely asleep, but was quite restless, squirming here and there in his arms,

Hmm.

He furrowed his brow.

The indoor lighting was dim, slightly ambiguous, a dazzling neon light shone through the window, yet still, his facial expression couldn’t be seen clearly.

He stayed still like that.

Letting her claw at him, and her fluffy head even nuzzled his handso chin from ti to ti.

Wife.

What can I do with you?

Hmm?

What can I do with you!

In the past, when she slept with him, she was also like this, a bit of a "hyperactive" sleeper. Back then she didn’t have the little buns, and whenever she ssed around, he would hold her waist, flip over and pin her beneath him.

Then, naturally, he’d demand his dues from her.

Just like that, entering her "world" without restraint.

But now it’s different.

She has two little buns in her belly, and besides, she just recovered from a fever, he could only helplessly suppress his desire, holding her soft body.

"Wife, don’t move around, hmm?"

His voice was deep and magnetic.

"..." His face suddenly darkened, was the little one doing this on purpose?

*

The next day, sunlight had fully risen.

Eva Nightingale habitually wriggled in the covers, huh, sothing feels off, last night, she dread.

She dreamt of falling into water.

Eva Nightingale jolted awake, finding herself lying in the bed, she turned her head and saw the Crown Prince sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He wore a relaxed, casual robe.

The whole person exuded an aura of keeping strangers at bay.

"Crown Prince."

Lucas Knight’s deep, cold phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, looking at her dangerously, as if saying: Wife, since you won’t acknowledge , shall we sleep together once more? Until you... call husband?

Ahem.

Eva Nightingale didn’t care what his look ant.

She sat up and leaned on the bedside table, asking:

"Crown Prince, did I sleep last night?"

And, in her impression.

Eva Nightingale wondered, could it be that last night’s dream wasn’t a dream, but she really fell into the water?