Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 595 - 594: Sleeping One’s Way to the Top (Part 2)

She lay beneath the man, enduring his ravishing.

Fingers interlocked, her entire body felt electrified, as if his kiss was depriving her brain of oxygen.

It seed as though all the air around them had been drawn away.

He refused to stop, his large hands increased in force, their fingers remained entwined, and she felt his warmth transmit onto her, making her feel heated...

*

The next day.

Eva Nightingale woke up with her lips slightly swollen.

Last night, she had fallen asleep being kissed by him.

Last night, they had kissed again, savoring the scent of this man, which was so delightful.

Last night, although their kiss was so intimate, they didn’t take it further.

It turns out kissing... is so...

Ahem.

She shook her head, trying not to think about it.

Though last night she slept very comfortably, it was a bit warm, as he was always close to her. Eva glanced sideways at him, who seed to still be asleep, his even breathing sounding at her ear.

She gently moved her body.

Afraid to disturb him, her actions were exceptionally light.

After freshening up in the bathroom, Eva headed downstairs to make breakfast.

Today she had to go to the set.

She made herself breakfast but didn’t eat it, drank a glass of milk, and then went upstairs to call him.

"Lucas Knight, you..." she walked to the room and found him already freshened up, looking noble and aloof, so unattainable, rely for admiration, not for play.

It seed like the person kissing her last night was not him.

"Go downstairs and eat sothing. I’m heading to the set." She spoke hurriedly and went downstairs.

"..." Lucas Knight glanced sideways at her, she really ran fast! Would he eat soone? Would he eat her?

Little thing, doesn’t she know she’s pregnant? Doesn’t know she carries his tiny seed yet? She’s still running so fast!

Last night... She was clearly...

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but curl his lips, last night, she was indeed very proactive, whimpering under him, her body soft and pliant, last night felt incredibly good.

Lucas Knight went downstairs, just in ti to see her figure, for so reason his eyes turned cold, commanding: "Don’t flirt with other n."

Eva had already picked up her bag, glanced back at him: "..." What’s this about? The Crown Prince sure is controlling.

She smiled: "Mr. President, are you jealous?" She hadn’t even left, and he feared she’d fancy so other man?

Besides, although she’s an admirer of good looks, Eva Nightingale wouldn’t casually flirt with every man she sees, would she?

She’s not that desperate type!

Jealous? Lucas Knight furrowed his brow, his deep eyes fixated, standing there motionless: "You could understand it that way."

"..." What? He didn’t object? Was he indirectly admitting he could be jealous?

All the more, Eva Nightingale realized, he seed to be like two different people.

"Mr. President, are you admitting... you’re jealous?" He pursued relentlessly.

"Hmm." He responded again. His tone indifferent, colder than usual, with no other ripples.

"..." Eva didn’t know whether to be happy or what, she suddenly raised her hand, looked at her ring finger, which was empty: "Mr. President, do you rember... that ti in the pink hazel grass field."

That day, without saying a word, he snatched the large Diamond Ring from her ring finger and threw it fiercely into the pink hazel grass.