novelraw Chapter 447: Teasing
Chapter 447: Teasing
Look at our Crown Prince’s expression, how dark it is.She just asked a question!
Cough cough.
Eva Nightingale pulled up the blanket, then saw that extraordinarily noble man stand up, striding towards her.
He leaned in close to her ear, whispered two words, and left.
"..." Eva was stunned for a moment, staring at the empty room. My God, what did that man just say...
Her face flushed suddenly red, and she grabbed a pillow, throwing it towards the door, but the President had already gone, leaving her alone.
How could he say such things, Eva felt all messed up; they slept together last night.
But something’s off, she clearly was dreaming. Could it be that she had a high fever last night that muddled her mind, making her see illusions even while sleeping?
Her face turned bright red all the way to her ears.
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Eva got out of bed, went to the bathroom to freshen up, still with a blush, and walked out leisurely.
A maid, who had come in at some point, said, "Miss, the President is waiting to have a meal with you."
"Okay." Eva responded, and walked with the maid.
Luxury dining room.
Lucas Knight sat lazily and casually, and upon seeing her, extended his large hand, indicating she should sit in his lap.
Eva, thinking of what he just said, was in disbelief. Yes, it must have been an illusion, mustn’t it? Did she hear it wrong?
Is that it?
"Cough, Crown Prince, what did you just say?"
The attendants had already left, so Eva wanted to confirm again, to be sure she hadn’t burned her brain with a high fever.
"Wife......"
Eva: "..." Did she hear wrong this time? She stood there, pinched herself hard, found it hurt, it wasn’t an illusion.
My goodness.
Better escape quickly.
This meal, can’t be eaten anymore.
This President, what a dirty guy.
This meal, this meal can’t be eaten, soon enough what she’d be eating would not be the meal, but him. With that thought, she lifted her legs to slip away.
She didn’t expect.
Just two steps away, she was caught around the waist by a pair of large hands, gently lifted, and pulled into his embrace.
"Why are you running?"
Did he say something wrong? It was obviously the truth. Honestly speaking then, she was the one who asked, and he just told her.
Why the hell was she running?
"Sit down and eat."
He was very domineering, placing her on a dining chair, his tone full of command.
"Hmm?" He said so much, but Eva only heard two words: do and eat.
Do what?
Eat what?
She didn’t feel like doing anything, or eating anything at all.
"What’s wrong?" His cold aura suddenly loomed over, and his big hand touched her forehead; no fever, no fever, so why was her face so red?
His eyes narrowed slightly, filled with danger.
He held up a bowl of porridge, gently stirred it with a spoon, ensured it wasn’t hot, and then brought it to her lips, "Sweetheart, open wide, be good."
"I can eat by myself! I don’t need you to feed me!"
Man: "Be good, let me feed you." He insisted, with a cold magnetic voice.
What could he do, he had always pampered her like this, even feeding her porridge now was the same, with as much care as last night.
If the bodyguards and maids were to see this scene, they might have their eyes blinded by the shock?
Usually, their Crown Prince was as noble as a lord, only giving orders, never seen serving anyone.
And now, he personally was feeding porridge to Eva Nightingale.