Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 550 - 549: Mr. Pei Invites Miss Eva Nightingale to D

"If there isn’t any, I won’t eat." Because Eva Nightingale just slled so perfu, she suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to eat a sour lemon to suppress it.

Really curious, what perfu are those big guys spraying?

"There is, I’ll go find it for you! Wait a mont, darling!" She wants to eat sothing, she’ll get it for her, it’s just a lemon, right?

Carla Carr has never been pregnant, and doesn’t know what it feels like, but she roughly understands that appetite changes abnormally, and pregnant won tend to like sour things.

"Little wife, wait for !" Carla Carr stood up and left.

"..." Little wife! Why doesn’t Carla the rascal fly off to heaven? She can even call her ’wife,’ and moreover, ’little wife’?

Eva Nightingale suddenly laughed.

She has known her for so long, she has always been like this, for many years, and she is used to it!

Whatever, let her be.

Little wife! It’s just that this address sounds so awkward, doesn’t it? Later, she’ll have to ask her to change it, even calling her Eva would be better, unexpectedly calling her little wife!

Eva Nightingale held a glass of lemon water, still smiling.

Because her morning sickness was really bad, she just slled so perfu and felt uncomfortable, so she got up and went to the garden, crouched on the ground, indeed felt very sick.

Want to throw up.

Dear husband, where are you?

Is the baby in my belly as lively as you? But Eva Nightingale is happy, because the baby in her belly is the crystallization of their love, even if she feels a bit uncomfortable, she can bear it, and this is sothing a normal woman must go through.

She feels that giving birth to his child is sothing she is willing to do, it is an honor.

Lucas Knight, eting you was truly fate, luck!

"Miss! Feeling unwell?" A cold male voice suddenly sounded behind her, lazy and magnetic.

Eva Nightingale stood up, turned her head, and what ca into view was a man in a black suit, tall and upright.

It was the man who just invited her to dance, Mr. Peyton?

Judging by his appearance, he should be in his twenties, right? But the aura he gives off is extraordinary, with an inherent nobility, this feeling is sowhat similar to Lucas Knight’s.

"Ah, it’s Mr. Grayson Peyton, thank you for your concern, I’m fine." Eva Nightingale didn’t look at him, in the dark it was hard to see his expression, and she didn’t plan to look.

After speaking, Eva Nightingale tugged at her coat and was about to leave.

"Wait a mont." He suddenly stopped her, "Grayson... wants to invite the lady for a dance, also, may I ask the lady’s na?"

While speaking, he took two steps closer to her.

Eva Nightingale tugged her coat and looked at him with her eyes, his features stern, face sharp and angular, deep eyes, looking at her.

This feeling made her a bit uneasy.

They were strangers, and she already had a husband, her husband was more handso than him, better than him, her husband in her heart was the best.

So, Eva Nightingale said, "Mr. Peyton, I’m Eva Nightingale, I don’t know how to dance, thank you."

"Oh." He seed to clarify, "Just now, inviting you to dance was because I lost a ga, this ti, it’s a genuine invitation, could the lady do the honor?"

His words were very charming.

"It’s okay if the lady doesn’t know how to dance, I can teach you."

Coming to the ball, you can choose a dance partner freely, after all, it’s originally a ball, Grayson Peyton thought she wouldn’t refuse.

This isn’t excessive.

At upper-class gatherings, there’s always dancing, choosing a dance partner, or holding hands, kissing a hand, all very normal.

Here there’s a hand-kissing ceremony, it’s respectful.

"My na is Grayson Peyton." He said.