novelraw Chapter 532 - 531: She Remembered (Part 3)
Chapter 532 - 531: She Remembered (Part 3)
He curved his lips slightly, a wicked charm flashing by with great interest.Wifey, we can’t do it in the future, daily "earthquakes" aren’t good for the baby.
So, he decided not to do it to her, injuries mean no cold showers, but he was still quite confident in his self-control.
Because he could restrain, even if he couldn’t, he had to.
When the car arrived at the hospital, Eva Nightingale was still sound asleep. The man held her in his arms and got out of the car.
The bodyguards were once again stunned: Mr. President, you’re dishing out public displays of affection again, never missing a chance! We’ll pretend we saw nothing, we weren’t late!
"Don’t look." Lucas Knight suddenly cast a cold glance over, landing icily on the bodyguards, seeming to say that if they dared to look at his woman, he’d gouge out their eyeballs!
Hmm, she’s his woman, they aren’t allowed to look.
Since Eva Nightingale was asleep and being held by him, her long dress revealed a slither of her fair leg, so he refused to let the bodyguards see and promptly pulled her dress to cover her leg tightly.
Only then did he walk into the elevator.
Bodyguards: "..." The usually aloof, abstinent, arrogant Mr. President, where had he gone?
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In the elevator, maybe because of the movement, and the noise in the hospital.
Eva woke up and found herself lying in the man’s arms, her petite body held by him, his scent filling her nose.
She pouted her lips slightly: "Put me down now!" She practically escaped from his embrace the moment she woke up.
Successfully escaped.
Only then did she realize, this was the elevator, there were just the two of them, him and her.
And at that moment, the man lowered his eyes, his long, narrow eyes falling right on her face, a touch of amazement flashing quickly in his eyes. Yes, every time he looked at her, he never felt it was enough.
But right now, he had already returned to that cold elegance, the innate nobility, unattainable, unapproachable demeanor.
Even though she and he had done all sorts of intimate things.
Yet, every time she was with him like this, she always felt she didn’t really know him, because his tall stature imposed an intense sense of pressure, and beyond that, a complete sense of abstinence.
Eva’s gaze fell on the man’s waist.
Even through the robe, she seemed to imagine his muscular physique, his sexy lines.
"Ding."
The elevator arrived, the man pulled her tiny hand into his, deliberately slowing his pace, leading her out of the elevator.
Her small hand fell into his large palm, providing an unparalleled sense of security, and his large hand was quite warm, burning, scorching.
She suddenly snapped out of it, my god, was she just fantasizing about his waist?
His seductive physique was indeed the object of countless women’s fantasies, but since when did her mind become so wicked?
She coughed slightly, speaking up: "Mr. President, let’s go check your injury first." Because she noticed, this large man was about to drag her to the obstetrics department... for a pregnancy exam?
This kind of treatment...
This treatment where the president personally accompanies for a maternity checkup, probably only she, Eva, had?
He seemed nonchalant, exuding an aura of coldness, lowering his gaze to her: "Be good, listen to me." He was full of command, "I’m fine."
Except for things related to her, the rest were insignificant.
Insignificant.
He planned to tell her about the twins she was carrying after a while.
Because too much had happened recently, which affected her pregnancy, now it had finally stabilized.
"But..." she suddenly grabbed the man’s arm, "You’re injured."