novelraw Chapter 458: Be Good, Wifey (Part 7)
Chapter 458: Be Good, Wifey (Part 7)
When Eva Nightingale woke up, it was already afternoon. She had an appointment with Carla Carr to pick fruits. Thinking of this, she turned over, preparing to get up.But then she realized.
She was still lying in a warm embrace.
He was holding her.
His large hands were tightly wrapped around her slender waist, just like that... unwilling to let go.
Eva Nightingale moved a bit.
The distinguished and unmatched man seemed to have woken up, opened his phoenix eyes, and said lightly, "Baby, you’re awake, hmm?"
"Mmm." Eva responded. Only then did he reluctantly let go of her small waist, allowing her to escape from that burning embrace...
Yes. Burning...
Just a moment ago, her thigh was resting on the man’s body, right at the abdominal area... it was indescribable, ahem, is he even human! Why does he react so strongly every day!
His reaction was really intense!
While in his arms, Eva didn’t dare to move too much. Even if she did, it was meticulously, afraid she might touch that part of his... and then, he’d grab hold to ’relieve himself’.
She freshened up.
Eva looked at herself in the mirror, touched her cheek, a bit warm.
"Baby." The deep voice fell from above her head. From behind, he hugged her, "Freshen up, then accompany me to eat."
He said it was to accompany him for a meal, but he wasn’t hungry. It was because she was pregnant, and he was afraid she’d go hungry, so every day, he had a nutritionist and housekeeper prepare delicious food for her.
She was so slim, it pained his heart.
He definitely had to feed her more, so she’d gain some weight.
...
At the dining table.
Eva Nightingale sat there, indeed a little hungry.
Possibly because she was pregnant with a pair of twins, the sickness was severe, and after morning sickness, she was especially hungry, especially at night, craving midnight snacks.
"Wife."
He picked up some chicken and placed it in her bowl, his voice low and deep, "It’s not greasy, eat more."
Although the chicken looked very oily, when tasted, it was incredibly delicious, and not greasy at all.
"Hmm, what’s up?" Seeing her not moving her chopsticks, looking at him with a bewildered face, he curled his lips into a smile, then... just like that, sat beside her, picked up a bowl, and fed her, "So, should I feed you, dear wife?"
She was pregnant; she was his treasure.
If she wanted, he’d personally feed her every meal.
"I can do it myself." She was startled because he was too good, it scared her a bit.
Pregnant women are particularly insecure and are prone to mood swings. She looked at him, picked up the bowl from his, "Mr. President, I, I can eat by myself."
Her hands were perfectly fine, she didn’t need him to feed her for a meal.
Given his noble status, how could he lower himself to feed her every meal? Even when she had a poor appetite, he patiently coaxed her.
This, not every man would do, right?
"Good girl." He snatched back the delicate bowl from her hands lovingly, "Of course your man has to feed you, hmm?"
"Alright, good wife, behave."
Considering she’s carrying his heirs, what’s the big deal if he feeds her?
Besides, she has two little buns in her belly, if their daughter is born, she’ll surely resemble her, right?
Pale-faced, like a little pink bun.
If it’s a son, once born, will he... compete with him for his wife?
If that’s the case...
Hmm, Lucas Knight’s face suddenly darkened, looking at Eva Nightingale, he thought, this little woman can only be his. No one else can take her away, no one!
Not even his son can have her.
So.
Once born, he must separate that disobedient little bun to sleep elsewhere. Hmm, he’ll just sleep with his wife, that’s how it’ll be.