Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 482: Smashing the Car

Alright, he really did let her go.

"Why are you following ?" she asked curiously, before looking at the car. Didn’t soone say he went to the study?

Shouldn’t he be very busy?

"Miss you." He said lazily, his lips slightly parted, saying the two words with utmost allure.

Those deep, enigmatic eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over her delicate little face a few tis.

Then, those ink-black brows furrowed slightly, as if thinking of sothing—divorce... yes, he and she were already divorced...

He hadn’t expected that the guy inside him could be so bad, making her divorce. Those days, she seed to have cried and cried for a long ti.

He tried to think of so details but found he couldn’t rember, and those unfamiliar mories ca too abruptly.

She just drove that car, the Koenigsegg, belonging to that bad guy inside him.

Thinking this way, his face turned cold, covered in frost, wanting to smash the car.

So what if it’s a limited edition worldwide?

Smash it.

But, she had her eyes on that car. If it was smashed, would the little woman be very distressed and then accuse him of being unreasonable?

Thinking this way, he moved those deep eyes back to her, locking onto her face, looking at her: "Do you really like that car?"

For so reason, Eva Nightingale sensed his tone suddenly turned cold, strange.

Completely different from just now.

This is his aura, authoritative even without anger, just a few words can make people feel chilled to the bone.

"That one?" Eva Nightingale looked towards the door. The sports car wasn’t parked in the garage; she had casually parked it in the villa’s courtyard.

"Hmm," he agreed with one word.

It was a confirming tone.

However, the tone was noticeably warr than just now, and his gaze towards Eva was also much softer than before, making him incredibly charming.

Yes.

Although he was cold, his physique and looks were there. Not to ntion his status, this was enough to swoon many won.

Eva Nightingale looked at the car again, relying on a woman’s intuition. He seed unhappy? He didn’t like her driving that car?

But aren’t all those cars his?

Did she say that car ’looks ugly’, and he heard it?

Honestly, the car does look really ugly, but it feels great to drive, just a bit too powerful and too fast.

"That car, it’s quite nice, right?" she said.

"Hmm?" Lucas Knight slightly tilted his head, quite nice? So that ans she really likes it?

He should originally be happy.

After all, he rembered that the jerk inside had smashed one of her sports cars and thrown it into a ditch, and he was compensating this little woman.

So, he had the garage opened for her to choose a car. Reasonably, he should be glad.

But, she just chose that car, the jerk inside him, and he felt a bit jealous, his face turning cold.

Once again, the idea moved him.

Should he just smash that jerk’s car?

"Honey." He reached out his arms, signaling Eva Nightingale to co into his embrace.

"What’s up?" She thought he looked extrely aloof, but regardless, he never lost his temper with her, instead treating her differently with a domineering tone.

She stood up and walked towards him, "Crown Prince..." she didn’t finish before he interrupted her, "Honey, let’s smash that car, shall we?"