Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 822 - 821: The More You Resist, the More Excited I G

"Miss, let first use a warm towel to cool down your forehead. A fever during pregnancy is no joke."

"It’s not with the fever." Eva Nightingale confessed directly, "There’s a man in my room, my boyfriend. He’s got a fever, 40 degrees... Auntie, quickly go get the doctor."

"You mustn’t tell my uncle."

Because Sebastian Yansford secretly took her away, he didn’t want her to be with Lucas Knight. Now, with her uncle suddenly injured with a gunshot wound, and the Crown Prince high on fever from drinking.

Lucas Knight had snuck into her room, for sure Sebastian Yansford was unaware, so of course, this matter couldn’t reach Sebastian’s ears. If her uncle got angry, injecting her with drugs or sothing, she’d be finished.

The nanny looked at Eva in shock: "Miss, there’s a man in your room?"

"Yes, please go get the doctor." Eva raised her voice in frustration.

"Okay, Miss, don’t be angry. I’ll go right away." The nanny’s duty was to look after Eva, of course, she dared not defy her. Without any further thought about where the man had co from, she rushed out to fetch the doctor.

Seeing the nanny leave to fetch the doctor, Eva then went upstairs.

She had just reached the bedside, intending to touch his forehead to see if the fever had subsided a bit. But before she could touch him, he grabbed her little hand, and at the sa ti, the man’s magnetic voice ca: "Honey, touch where you should touch—"

With that, he held her small hand and placed it on his lower abdon. Eva’s hand landed on his muscular torso, the perfect muscles were a bit firm, making her blush.

"I didn’t an to touch you..." Who’d want to touch him, this big bad guy.

"Then what do you want to touch?"

Eva: "Your forehead, to see if your fever has gone down."

The man smiled, pulling her under him: "Little thing, you’re concerned about ?"

Eva: "You’re the father of the baby in my belly, if I don’t care about you, who should I care about?"

Once the little bun is born, she’ll care for it, not him anymore.

This bad man.

"Wifey, weren’t you going to look for a condom?" His warm tongue entwined her earlobe, trailing down to her neck and collarbone, biting her chest through her nightgown.

Eva furrowed her brows: "Who said I was looking for condoms, I went to get dicine..."

He domineeringly interrupted: "No need for dicine, go get a condom. Or... go without, your choice."

The man’s voice was pleasing to the ear, filled with a certain domination, arrogant beyond belief, a man always repressed, now pinning the woman beneath him.

"I’m five months pregnant." She reminded deliberately, had he even considered the little bun’s feelings?!

"After the first three months, it’s fine." Isn’t it okay to be active during pregnancy? The more, the better, it’s a good thing.

Eva: "But you have a fever." The high fever hadn’t subsided, it just worried her to death.

Regardless of anything else, she dashed downstairs and asked the nanny to get the doctor.

"The doctor should be here soon." she said, "Just lie down properly for a while."

Lucas Knight listened to her words, paused for three seconds, then released her waist and said: "Letting you go."

He wasn’t going to eat her.

Besides, every ti she lights the fire, gets him all hot, and then just leaves.

If she weren’t pregnant, he could scoop her up anyti, anywhere, and place her on the desk, possessing her.

Or possess her on the bed...