Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 864 - 863: Saving Her (Part 3)

"Let go." Eva Nightingale took a step back, warily eyeing the n. "Don’t touch ."

She knew the bar was chaotic, and people could get reckless when drunk, but she didn’t expect them to be so bold.

She couldn’t hold back her anger any longer: "Get lost!"

"Oh, didn’t expect such a fiery one. No problem, big bro likes them fiery—"

The n grabbed Eva forcefully and pushed her onto the booth’s sofa, ready to press against her.

...

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom ca to a steady stop at the bar’s entrance. A handso man, exuding a chilling aura, walked swiftly towards the bar.

Two rows of n in black followed him respectfully.

"President..." After all, their master’s identity was not ordinary; if anything happened at this bar in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be good.

"Don’t follow ." The man interrupted them coldly without turning back, walking into the bar.

Perhaps it was because she was pregnant, with a big belly, that he felt so uneasy?

Actually, he didn’t know why he was in such a hurry either... why he felt the need to follow her. Perhaps it was just to punish her?

...

"Bastard, let go!" Eva fought back and slapped one of the n, "Slap!" These n were disgusting; couldn’t they see she was pregnant!

"Bitch, I’ll kill you after I have you..." The man, enraged, cursed and threw Eva onto the sofa. Her foot slipped, and she fell against the sofa, hitting her belly.

The man grabbed her again, pressing heavily on her.

"Bang." Suddenly, a fist flew out, hitting the man’s face directly, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Imdiately, Lucas Knight lifted his leg and kicked the man’s leg with force: "Crack," the sound of bone breaking was faintly heard, and the man let out a miserable scream: "Ah!"

Eva was terrified, lying on the sofa with cold sweat on her forehead...

"Wife, are you okay?" The man imdiately leaned over to hug her, seemingly realizing sothing was wrong with her, so his voice was free of coldness. At this mont, he seed like a total doting husband, "Wife, sorry, I ca late."

"Sob sob..." She had just been holding back the pain, and their violence indeed frightened her.

At this mont, she couldn’t care about anything else.

She clung to his embrace, tears streaming down: "Husband!"

It seed they both forgot about their breakup. They instinctively called each other with affection.

Her address ward his heart.

But his expression didn’t last for long before he heard the woman in his arms groan in pain: "It hurts... ugh."

"Are you uncomfortable sowhere?" He leaned close to her ear, his expression extrely serious.

"My belly..." Because of the pain, she drew in a sharp breath, "Lucas, my belly doesn’t feel right... it hurts a lot."

Her words made his eyes go cold, and an unseen chill of killing intent arose.

But he spoke extra softly: "Don’t be afraid; your husband is here. I won’t let anything happen to you."

He reassured her: "Your husband will take you to the hospital now, just hang in there..."

"Harry, no one who touched her tonight is leaving." The man angrily gave orders to Harry and then quickly carried Eva out of the bar and into the car.

"Are you alright? Baby, don’t sleep." Eva was in so much pain she felt cold all over, obediently curling up in his arms, not daring to move. His urgent and caring voice kept resounding in her ears.