Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 622 - 620: Gentle Lucas Knight

"Co here, hug ." His tone was full of devilish charm, the command leaving no room for refusal.

"..." She was stunned for a mont, then corrected him, "I, no... I better not." Being in soone’s arms all the ti, is it really okay?

"Are you coming or not?" He suddenly leaned in, as if settling scores after the fact, "Last night, you ate a lot of okra, baby, how do you plan to settle this account? If she wants to do it, he’s more than willing?"

"Ah, big pervert." She quickly moved away, sitting by the window, "I an sit, not do."

"I won’t touch you then..."

Her little face flushed red, as if it could bleed.

After a mont, she finally reacted: "How long did you wait for just now?" Would this Dark Lord really wait two hours?

"Two minutes..." he insisted.

...

In the driver’s seat, Harry North’s legs felt numb, hmm, this dog food, maybe I should go find the Admiral tomorrow!

Being by Emperor Lucas’s side...

There’s just no end to eating dog food.

"Crown Prince, I’m driving now!" Harry North said, raising the partition in the car, then started the vehicle.

The black luxury partition silently rose, separating the driver’s seat from the back, forming two spaces just like that.

Now, whatever is said or done in the back, Harry North couldn’t hear, yet he still felt as if sitting on pins and needles.

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Back to Villa Number 8.

Harry North didn’t linger for a mont, opened the car door, and imdiately jumped out, afraid that if he sat a mont longer, the car seat would start shaking.

Who knew, right after he got out, the car door opened, Eva Nightingale got out first, followed by the gentleman, seems he was overthinking...

*

Back at the villa.

Eva Nightingale diligently took out the dical kit, placed it on the table to prepare to treat him: "Crown Prince, let apply the dicine for you..."

After applying the dicine, she’d cook sothing for him, then she’d have to attend the crew’s banquet.

"..." He sat on the sofa, stunned for a mont, his phoenix eyes burning as he looked at her. Little thing, is she showing concern for him?

First thing upon coming ho, she looks for the dical kit.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" She held the man’s large hand, applying dicine very carefully, and asked, "I can make it, just for you."

"Anything’s fine." He suddenly swallowed, looking at her fair jade-like hands, eat, want to eat...

"Does it hurt?" She asked, "If it hurts, just tell , I can be gentler."

Because that night, he risked everything to save her... very dangerous, those injuries were all because of her.

She often dreams of that night...

He fought off all those Black Market people for her...

"No, it doesn’t hurt." He swallowed again.

"Oh." That’s good. The dicine was already applied, she took out gauze, wrapped it around his hand several tis, and reminded, "Mr. President, it’s been raining a lot these days, you’d better not wander outside in the rain."

"And... your hand, best not to get it wet." She just saw his wound had gotten a little inflad.

"You’re concerned about ?" Lucas Knight teasingly smiled.

"No." She denied, "You’re my ex-husband, how could I care about you! It’s just because the baby in my belly is your seed... Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother with you... Mm."

Before she could finish, her cherry-like mouth was covered by his hand.

Eva Nightingale: "..." !!!

"..." Harry North, on the side, was unexpectedly fed another bite of dog food, swiftly excused himself...