Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 488: Sleeping with You (Part 3)

"No." She said, "Your status is so lofty, how could you possibly stay here with ..."

He wouldn’t stay in the presidential suite of Nightfall Palace, yet he wanted to follow her here?

"You’re my wife, of course I’m staying with you." He said, then stood up and carried her upstairs.

Eva Nightingale was placed in the bathroom by him.

"Don’t move." He stripped off her clothes, seemingly about to help... her bathe?

Eva’s face turned red, covering herself in certain places to prevent him from looking: "Honey, you go out, I’ll wash myself."

She still didn’t know that he had a wound on his chest.

Although she was usually puzzled, she didn’t think about it that way. If she knew that the wound was caused by her stabbing, she definitely wouldn’t be able to accept it.

If she saw it, she would probably be terrified.

Besides, she’s pregnant, if she gets upset, that would be bad.

"Stand still, don’t move." He commanded, his voice cool and magnetic. Little woman, letting him see her belly, wouldn’t that be okay?

Counting it up, it’s been over two months.

"Okay." How could she dare to move?

Afraid of rubbing against him wrongly sowhere, then he’d "deal with her on the spot," so she sensibly stood obediently.

Then, she felt his large hand gently touch her abdon, and then his magnetic voice whispered in her ear: "Honey, don’t wear high heels from now on, okay?"

He embraced her from behind.

A pair of large hands gently placed on her belly.

His sexy thin lips approached her ear, breathing sowhat hot, scorching.

"Okay." His request was reasonable, she nodded in agreent, at ho there were flat shoes, she’d wear flat shoes to Nightingale Group tomorrow.

She was naked, but his robe was fuzzy, and his body temperature was scorching. Holding her like this was very warm.

"Honey, do you think our baby will look more like you or ?" He’s the President, the Crown Prince, so cold, abstinent, hopefully, the baby won’t be like him, always wearing an icy mask...

Eva thought, would it be a daughter?

"Honey, I guess it’s a daughter."

Lucas Knight: "..." Unfortunate, this prince is quite formidable, son and daughter are to be expected.

Since it’s still early in the months, he didn’t plan on telling her.

He couldn’t be by her side all the ti, what if those people plotted against her belly?

If possible, he’d hide it from her a bit longer, better she didn’t know.

This could count as, a surprise for her.

"Alright." She blushed, pushing away the man behind her, "You go out, I’ll take a bath."

She still had to go to Nightingale Group tomorrow.

Hearing this, he loosened his grip.

Got to admit, holding her felt very nice.

She’s carrying a little bun, can she manage bathing herself? What if she slipped on the slippery floor?

His face turned dark, he pulled her into his arms, before she could react, he sealed her delicate lips with his own, kissing her fiercely.

Kissed until her body went soft, she murmured a few tis in his arms...

"Mmm, stop it, quickly, quickly let go..."

She clenched her fists, pounding on his chest, not knowing that each blow was landing right on his wound.

He didn’t dodge, just let her hit him, little woman, as long as she’s willing, as long as she’s happy, it’s all worth it.

She suddenly stopped moving.

She seed to realize sothing was wrong, recalling that she seed to have felt bandages on his chest before, and now again while hitting his chest, she seed to sense it.