Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 523: Auditioning for the Female Lead (Part 2)

Eva Nightingale already knew the answer in her heart and curved her lips, "Bell, let’s go inside first."

"Miss, but they..." Bell hesitated, angry, really angry. Those won bullied Miss just now, insulting and slandering her, how can they just let it go?

Bell was fuming inside.

"Let’s go." Eva took Bell into the building, then took out her phone, went to the side, and made a call.

She was bullied, and being pregnant, she couldn’t fight back, so of course, she called her husband.

After all, he said that she shouldn’t be bullied outside, shouldn’t embarrass him.

Eva could only call him, right? Have him send a few bodyguards to handle it for her.

Because she’s recently pregnant, her mood seems a bit strange, sotis she wants him, sotis she wants to stay away from him...

She suddenly wanted to know about the past, she wanted to recover her mory, wanted to know how they got married before, and how they divorced.

She also wanted to know...

How sweet they were before!

Because it was a secret marriage, neither of them made it public, so now she could only keep these things to herself, not telling anyone, not even Bell or Laurel.

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And at this mont, on the other end.

Lucas Knight was in the infirmary, after finishing changing his dressing, he put on a robe, and his phone rang.

His deep, narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted, glancing at the screen, his tightly knitted brows surprisingly relaxed, it was her call, it was hers.

He answered.

In the earpiece, the little woman’s voice ca into his ear, soft: "Mr. President."

"Hmm?" His voice suddenly turned cold, she called him Mr. President?

"What’s wrong?" Although his tone was cold, he still asked with concern.

"I..." In front of the phone screen, Eva blushed, it was her first ti asking for help like this, even last ti with the company’s issue, she wasn’t like this...

She hesitated for a mont, found her voice: "Mr. President, can you help with sothing?"

The man’s voice on the phone turned cold again: "Baby, is this how you ask for help? Hmm?"

"Eva, you’re being naughty!"

Through the screen, she could feel his voice deep with anger, as if he was going to devour her.

And his tone was particularly seductive, as if it reached deep into her heart.

"Eva, how should I deal with you tonight? Hmm?" The man’s voice shed a layer of coldness, magnetic and lazy.

"Honey." She sensed he was angry, so she quickly tactfully changed her address, "Hubby dear!"

She vaguely rembered that she used to call him Mr. President, he got angry and wanted her to change it.

She thought since they weren’t officially married, calling him Mr. President would be more appropriate, who knew he suddenly got mad and said he’d deal with her.

"Hmm, that’s more like it." Now that she’s behaving, his voice carried a hint of pleasure, with a teasing smile, "Wifey, what’s the matter? Hmm?"

His calling her wifey made her heart skip a beat, feeling a bit warm, suddenly pounding.

She was pregnant, so she felt a lack of security, she couldn’t have a confrontation with those won just now, if it upset the little baby in her belly, it wouldn’t be worth it.

So, she called him, planning to have him step in and help, have his n handle it.

But, hearing him call her wifey, her heart lted, she suddenly rembered sothing: "Honey, are you busy?"

He’s Mr. President, often staying up late at night reviewing docunts, she didn’t know what he was up to now, if he was busy or not?

"Wifey, your man is not busy."