Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 483: The Globally Limited Edition Car, Smash It (Part 1)

His tone was lukewarm, sounding like a command, yet also like...seeking her opinion?"Wife, that car isn’t great, shall we smash it?"

He repeated it again. This time she was sure of it. He had made up his mind to smash the car, but he still asked her, like trying to please her.

Eva Nightingale laughed, "Mr. President, are you so rich that you just burn money for fun?"

"You could say that," he replied.

He was truly sparing with his words.

That car belonged to that guy, and that guy had smashed her car and thrown it into the stinking ditch.

Of course, he had to help her, an eye for an eye, and smash that guy’s car too.

"Wife, would you drive my car from now on?" He stretched out his long powerful arms, wrapped the little woman, and she fell into his warm embrace.

"Hmm?" She was puzzled.

His car, was he giving it to her?

Or not. He, noble as the President, how could she drive his car?

But that’s not the point. The point is why he wants to smash the car?

Simply to please her?

Although she didn’t know how much the car cost, Harry North had jokingly said, "Miss, do you believe that car costs a billion?"

Although Harry North’s words at the time sounded like a joke, they weren’t entirely.

The Sovereign Empire wasn’t ordinarily wealthy.

Many dignitaries and high figures have cars worth billions, which isn’t considered unusual anymore.

And he, now being the President of the Empire, saying the car is worth more than a billion, she believed him.

Now she had another doubt, it was he and his many identities.

It is said that the Empire used to be divided in two.

Divided into the Northern Empire and the South Empire.

The South Empire is one of the oldest monarchies in the world, a kingdom ruled by queens.

And he, of true noble blood, is the prince of the South Empire, so everyone in the Knight Clan calls him Crown Prince.

Eva Nightingale now has a temporary selective amnesia and doesn’t remember how she married him before.

Nor how they got divorced.

So now she is divorced, no longer his wife, nor is he her husband, what should she call him now?

"Should I call you...Crown Prince or Mr. President?" she asked.

Unaware, she didn’t know his eyes grew colder, a big hand punishingly slapped her little bottom: "You’re my woman, what do you think you should call me?"

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Not giving her any chance to resist.

Though he touched her sensitive spot, it lacked any hint of flirtation.

"What do you think you should call me? Hmm?" His thin lips suddenly drew close to her, breathing by her earlobe, scorching, burning.

It made her cheeks flush, and she promptly acknowledged, "Husband, dear husband!"

"Hmm." He finally responded with satisfaction, but still as sparing with words.

Not sure why, now touching her, that thing inside him is stirring, does he want to come out?

Lucas Knight’s face darkened, suddenly lifting her little face, his thin lips pressed down, kissing her forehead, then said: "Eva, remember me well, hmm?"

He always called her Eva, Eva, such a nice name.

Because she liked watching meteor showers, which appear at night...also, when he first met her was at night, under a cherry blossom tree, the rain gently pitter-pattering, such a beautiful encounter...

And then there was the first time.

At Nightfall Palace, that was also at night,