Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 571 - 570: Going Alone to Save Her (Part 4)

"Be good, wife, don’t look." He estimated that many people had died; she definitely couldn’t look.He didn’t want her to smell the blood, so after fighting, he specially took a cold shower.

"Be good, be obedient." His voice was very magnetic, coaxing her with a smile.

His deep and cold phoenix eyes fixedly landed on her face, suddenly leaning over to kiss her eyes, "Don’t cry, baby."

He couldn’t stand seeing her cry.

He did so much just to give her happiness and warmth, so he didn’t allow her to cry.

Eva Nightingale hadn’t said a word from beginning to end, looking dumbfounded, a stark contrast to before.

Because when he first rescued her and held her, she was still holding onto him, affectionately calling him husband, husband!

Now, she didn’t say a word nor did she ask about his condition.

His heart felt slightly sour.

So, it turned out she didn’t care whether he was hurt or not? Forget it! He didn’t care himself either.

"Wife, wait for me a moment."

As he said this, he locked the car again and disappeared.

Before long, Eva Nightingale heard the sounds of fighting again, followed by endless screams.

Her heart wrenched once more.

Lucas Knight, do you not care about your life!

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After dealing with those people again, Lucas Knight returned to the car.

As soon as he opened the car door, a fluffy little thing pounced into his embrace, her face rubbing against his neck, "Wuwuwu, husband, please don’t fight anymore!" She was so afraid he would get hurt, tears couldn’t help but flow down.

Yes, even if this man was bad, so what?

He was her first man, her husband.

He came to the Black Market alone for her, rescuing her regardless of everything.

The people in the Black Market all had guns.

Eva Nightingale never knew Lucas Knight was so good at fighting, but... the more it was like this, the more worried she became... Weapons don’t have eyes, besides, she remembered she had stabbed him once in the chest.

"Wife!" He suddenly held her, got in the car, and had her sit on his lap, "Wife, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

"Is it your stomach? Hmm?"

His tone was concerned.

As he spoke, his hand reached towards her lower abdomen, over her clothes, not directly inside them.

Because he knew, the person she loved was not him but another person in his body!

His heart hurt.

All those things before... it was all done for her, yet she didn’t know, and the person she liked wasn’t him!

"Wife, does it hurt here?"

He was willing to smooth out his edges for her.

He feared that if he stayed any longer, he would have to leave again, so he no longer had the arrogance and coldness he used to, no longer that obsession!

Yes, just once, and he was scared.

No longer as obsessed as before...

"It doesn’t hurt." She hugged him, her face buried in his chest; for some reason, she felt he changed again, but couldn’t tell what had changed.

"Husband, are you okay?" She anxiously pulled at his robe, "Husband, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to get you hurt!"

So she knew she had hurt his chest, and it made her feel so uncomfortable and guilty.

"..." Sorry? His eyes darkened.

Looking down, he only saw her fair little hand tugging at the lapel of his robe.

The next second, her hand reached inside his robe.

Her small hand happened to touch his chest, feeling a bit warm.