Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 719 - 718: Baby, Does It Still Hurt? (6)

"Ouch." The girl’s soft voice carried a hint of contentnt.

He deliberately softened his actions, asking in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Gentle enough, as her delicate skin and soft lips accuse him whenever he kisses with a bit of force.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked again.

However, the little woman beneath him had fallen silent, asleep, holding him soundly as she drifted off.

Lucas Knight: "..."

Just now she was holding him, saying she needed it, she wanted it.

She was clinging to his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck and refusing to let go, yet now... now she’s fallen asleep? Didn’t even consider how uncomfortable he felt! So uncomfortable!

The man slid his large hand under the blanket.

Since Eva Nightingale had just been bathed by him and placed on the bed, at this mont, she was entirely bare, stark naked, not a stitch of clothing on.

As his large hand extended in, it imdiately touched her soft skin.

Soft, soft...

A tingling numbness spread from his fingertips; he imdiately moved his hand down to her abdon, feeling it, slightly bulging!

You couldn’t tell earlier.

Now by reaching out and touching, it was already very obvious!

Touching her abdon, he couldn’t bear to leave... inside her belly was the crystallization of him and her, a crystallization of love.

His mood brightened for a mont but then suddenly darkened, rembering her words: paternity test... paternity test?!

The room’s temperature dropped once more.

He leaned over, gently kissed her forehead, "Good night, my dear wife."

With that, he stood up, and wearing a top-quality crafted robe, he exudes an air of chilliness, heading downstairs.

*

Downstairs in the castle.

The vast living room, overflowing with grandeur, is filled with priceless antiques, every object top-of-the-line, exclusive to the world, exuding opulence at every corner.

In the living room, people stood huddled together, shivering.

The Crown Prince had unexpectedly returned to the country, and upon his arrival, he was furious.

Furthermore, now... now he had gathered everyone, perhaps to question Young Madam’s sudden disappearance?

But nobody had offended Young Madam, who would dare offend her? She was the first woman he had brought into this castle in many years, the only one he personally brought to live here. Everyone knew Eva Nightingale would beco the Young Madam of Blue Bay Manor, so they were all taking extra care!

Every al was ticulously prepared, checked and rechecked!

Because Aunt Fang had instructed, Young Madam was pregnant, with nurous dietary restrictions.

So everyone cautiously and conscientiously went about their work daily, who would dare play tricks?

These people had been in the castle for many years, considered the old hands of Blue Bay Manor, and naturally understood their master’s temperant, preferring to offend King Yama rather than him!

So everyone hung their heads, they were dood this ti, absolutely no good outco!

"Stand properly, the Crown Prince is here."

Harry North warned sternly.

Everyone stood firm, not daring to even breathe heavily.

As expected.

Lucas Knight descended from upstairs in a robe, exuding an incredibly lazy posture.

The man stood at nearly 1.9 ters tall, with a tall and imposing stature, inherently possessing a naturally born regal aura, innately superior to others.

However, at this mont, the incredibly noble him exuded a chilling, bone-piercing coldness.

Through the air, everyone felt the overwhelming coldness that ca crashing down upon them.

He was like a block of ice, chilling wherever he walked.

The gathered people quivered in their voices, "Good evening, Crown Prince."