Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 839 - 837: His Debt Collection (1)

This is the Sovereign Empire’s most luxurious private club, with suite doors equipped with fingerprint and iris scanners, offering high security performance.

"Take a shower, take your clothes off, and wait for on the bed." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, looking at her.

His movents were unhurried, and as the buttons ca undone, his bronze skin gradually beca fully visible to her.

He had no reservations, calmly unbuttoning with a presence that was extrely refined and noble. He was in a terrible mood after being splashed by perfud water from a group of won, and had tossed his expensive jacket into the trash.

His intention was to go upstairs, take a shower, and wash off the pungent perfu sll.

Who would have thought he’d run into her.

"You, stop undressing!" She had already glimpsed the man’s pectoral muscles, her face flushed.

Upon hearing these words, Lucas Knight focused his gaze back on her. The small woman was dressed in a white gown, torn beyond recognition, revealing a sliver of pale skin, and above, the dress covered her abdon, showing no signs of pregnancy.

Further up, it seed she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the quiet space; he could even hear her breathing, sowhat akin to panting.

She was very nervous, her skin flushed.

"Do I eat people?!" Was there really a need to be this nervous?

He was nice enough to her, why was she still so afraid of him? They had been alone together before, and she’d seen him bare-chested.

Eva Nightingale felt a tingling under his burning gaze, and spoke, "What do you want to do?"

"Collect a debt."

Eva Nightingale: "Can you change the approach?" She paused and suppressed her nervousness, "I’m pregnant... We really can try a different approach."

A faint and elusive charm flashed across the man’s lips as he suddenly shrugged off his shirt, exposing his bare torso, and looked at her: "Or do you want to use your mouth to help ?!"

"You... that’s enough!" Her ears reddened, "Crown Prince, I didn’t an it like that..."

"Then is it your hand?"

Eva Nightingale: "..." That’s not what she ant, okay? How about giving gifts or sothing, isn’t that possible? If she’d known he was like this, she’d rather have faced off against Teddy than ask for help!

Though the first ti Eva saw Teddy, he was really fierce, even bit her, which terrified her.

Eva Nightingale bit her lip, trying to calm herself down: "You could put your clothes back on, and we can discuss this properly, how about it?"

"Or, Crown Prince, maybe you could let owe you this favor for now!"

Looking at the man’s deanor, she feared she’d be eaten down to the bone if she didn’t try to leave.

"Owe ?" Her words seed to have angered him, and he got up and walked towards her, "Then when do you plan to repay it? How?"

"..." All she did was ask him for help while being chased by Teddy! How did it turn into such a big deal? The way he spoke, it seed like he wanted her life.

"Speak." He suddenly pressed down on her, with no warning, embracing her, his lips emitting warmth at her ear, an overwhelming feeling of unease.

Before she could process his reaction, the man spoke again: "Are you seducing Sebastian Yansford this way too?"

"Baby, have you thought about my feelings?"

With that one sentence, she inexplicably felt a sting, almost to tears.

He endlessly continued to hold her: "Are you always so warm to those n?"