Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 539 - 538: Trust Him (Part 6)

Carla Carr was already impatient to be the bridesmaid. Eva Nightingale and the President had been together for so long, wasn’t it ti to get married?

Besides, Eva was pregnant, almost three months along by now, so logically, they should be getting married soon, right?

"I..." Eva Nightingale raised her eyes, seeming a bit at a loss for words. She hesitated for a mont before saying, "I’m married."

Having hidden it from Carla for so long, she felt quite uncomfortable, and had even thought before about how to confess to Carla.

But now that Carla asked directly, Eva suddenly felt no pressure and blurted it out.

"..." Married? Carla Carr felt like she had just heard so incredible news. Damn, her beloved Eva was actually married?

When did that happen?

Why didn’t she know?

Could it be that she and the President had gotten married early on? A flash marriage?

Carla was that thrilled... if that were the case, she could be reassured because the Crown Prince was famously obsessed with pampering his wife, and since Eva was his wife, she definitely wouldn’t suffer.

So, Carla felt sowhat reassured.

However, the excitent didn’t stay on her face for more than a few seconds before Eva said:

"Oh, Carla, I’m divorced again."

Carla: "..." WTF, was there sothing wrong with her ears?

"Honey, are you kidding ?" Clearly, Carla didn’t believe it.

As a result, Eva simply went upstairs, took a bag, and ca back down, pulling out a red booklet and a note, and placed them on the table: "Take a look, isn’t it a divorce? Hmm?"

With that, Eva calmly continued eating her al.

Truly, she had no idea herself how the divorce ca about! She didn’t plan to hide those matters from Carla anymore.

"..." Carla furrowed her eyebrows and picked up the red booklet: a divorce certificate.

The big letters were so conspicuous.

It was real.

Besides, Carla picked up the note and vaguely saw several lines of big words on it.

The three clauses:

The words following were three lines floating all over the place.

Couldn’t understand!

"Eva, what’s this three clauses about?" Carla couldn’t figure out what the three clauses were because the handwriting was too sloppy, yet arranged in a uniform, artistic manner. The calligraphy was undeniably beautiful.

But she couldn’t understand it.

Could it be that her own intelligence was too low? Pfft, it’s got nothing to do with intelligence!

"Eva, what exactly is this three clauses?"

"..." Eva put down her cutlery. To be honest, she didn’t understand it either.

She flirted her long hair back behind her ear, recalling what happened back then: she had gotten drunk and slept with him in a muddle.

It was a crazy, passionate night.

She only knew that evening her body didn’t obey and leaned toward him, hugging his sexy body tightly. That night was really hot, getting hotter and hotter... her body got softer, whining under him, begging for rcy, but he didn’t spare her. He even approached her, saying: Little woman, doesn’t it hurt anymore? Hmm? Co on, hold tight.

His voice, lazy and magnetic, seed to have a bewitching quality. She indeed felt no pain anymore and held him tight, clinging onto his burly fra.

He, like a seductive demon, got closer again: Baby, rember, I am your first man, and the last one. His voice was so enchanting, it felt like it transported her to another space, an indescribable, incredibly delightful, yet unbearably hot space.