Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 549 - 548: Banquet (Part 3)

"Not the Miss from the Carr Family." A few n chid in, "Peggy Carr doesn’t have that kind of aura."

The two won indeed exuded charisma and were very captivating.

Beautiful.

The beauty of a woman, one is natural, and the other is "made-up." Makeup is charade; makeup disguises.

Natural beauty is when every smile and frown are genuine; just one glance compels you to want to take a second look.

Their gaze was fixed on Eva Nightingale. Even though she was wearing a coat, her full-length purple dress, not too bright nor dreary, paired perfectly with the coat. Beautiful.

One glance made them want to look again.

"Grayson, should we invite her over for a dance?" The n teasingly suggested, with a mischievous grin after a session.

The cards were laid down.

The loser... would invite her over.

And then, those n were seen confidently walking over with a drink.

"Miss, I am Mr. Peyton. May I have the honor of inviting you for a dance?" The man in a black suit extended his hand to Eva Nightingale, his eyes fervently fixed on her face, a flash of admiration quickly passing by.

Then, his gaze turned fervent.

His voice was pleasant.

But Eva Nightingale didn’t pay attention and replied politely, "Mr. Peyton, sorry, I don’t dance." Her eyes didn’t even linger on his face as she passed by with Carla Carr, hand in hand, brushing past the man who claid to be nad Peyton.

"Damn! Grayson got rejected!"

"Hahaha! It’s one thing to be rejected, but that lady didn’t even give you a proper glance!"

The n chatted, laughing at the dignified man: "Grayson! You made a fool of yourself!"

Grayson Peyton’s face darkened.

Oh, so that’s what rejection feels like!

Rejection is indeed quite unbearable!

"Grayson, didn’t think you could get rejected too?"

"Tsk tsk, you learn sothing new every day!"

"Hurry, hurry, you lost, drink a bottle!"

Grayson Peyton turned his head, glanced at Eva Nightingale’s retreating figure, and then looked away: "Fine, I’ll drink."

"Grayson, a bet’s a bet!" The group teased, wondering if they could still have fun playing gas like this.

Everyone thought Eva Nightingale would be invited over... didn’t expect she would completely ignore them!

...

Eva Nightingale and Carla Carr sat in a corner.

There were snacks on the table.

"Eva, do you think the Crown Prince will get jealous?"

"..." Jealous about what? Eva didn’t do anything, didn’t even pay attention to those n... Besides, she could sll that overpowering perfu from those n as they approached.

Eva Nightingale couldn’t tolerate n wearing perfu.

"Lola, you’re overthinking it!"

"What am I overthinking?" Carla Carr laughed, "I’m not overthinking at all, Eva, you’re really quite charming!" Those n, wow, their eyes were glued to you!

Carla Carr handed a glass of lemon water to Eva Nightingale: "You can’t drink alcohol now, how about so lemon water?"

"..." Eva Nightingale’s eyes were fixated on the glass in Carla Carr’s hand, not because of the water — she was eyeing the lemon, wanting to eat it.

"Lola, I want to eat lemon!"

Suddenly, she craved sothing sour.

"Seriously?" Carla Carr felt her mouth pucker, as she couldn’t eat lemons at all. She wondered what Eva’s taste was like; seriously, could pregnancy be that exaggerated? Could she really eat such a sour thing?