Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 600 - 598: Is There Something You Need, Mr. Pei?

Grayson Peyton still remembers that night when she said she couldn’t dance. He half-believed, half-doubted, hesitated for a moment and decided to believe her.For some reason, he just wanted to get close to her.

Thinking of this, his eyes deepened as they fell on her slightly bulging belly. Although not very obvious, if you looked closely, you could tell that her stomach was a bit protruding... pregnant.

"Mr. Peyton, I don’t have time." She stepped back, glanced at him, "I really can’t dance, and I don’t want to learn."

To be honest, it’s not that she can’t dance.

She just didn’t want to dance with him.

For some reason, with a woman’s sixth sense, getting close to this man wouldn’t bring good things.

"Mr. Peyton, I’m sorry..."

She ignored his extended hand.

Honestly, at the party that night, just because she spoke two words to him, Peggy Carr and Isabelle Nightingale smeared her with "Cherry Blossom Shock" slander.

They even seemed to think things hadn’t gotten big enough, so they continued to fabricate freely.

But on another note, that night couldn’t really be blamed on Grayson Peyton; instead, she, herself, got him involved.

Because usually, it was Isabelle and Peggy who slandered her, if it were not Grayson Peyton that night, there would probably be someone else... and then another one.

"Then when will you have time?" Grayson Peyton was not impatient, his voice remained cool and magnetic, his eyes fell on her face, and in his deep eyes, a quickly passing hint of amazement.

His appearance at the Carr Family estate was purely accidental.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing her, he was instantly amazed.

"Does Mr. Peyton have something?" If it’s not something important, she could just leave.

There used to be no lack of men hitting on her. Besides, back when she was roaming the entertainment industry, there were countless men trying to approach her, but she ignored them all.

Now she’s in the industry in another way, unexpectedly... still bringing trouble upon herself, but she’s just thinking this and not explicitly showing it.

Moreover, she thought he just happened to meet her in the film crew without thinking too much else.

"It’s nothing," Grayson Peyton said simply.

"Then I’m leaving." Eva Nightingale glanced at the man, greeted him, then walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left.

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Not far away.

A black Rolls Royce Phantom stopped at the roadside, engine off.

The man inside had a handsome face, sharp and exquisite features embodying an innate abstinent nobility.

Those hawk-like eyes, even from a distance, shot forward like knives.

She and Grayson Peyton...

Lucas Knight’s face could turn into an ice block.

His deep, phoenix-like eyes were filled with anger, although on the surface he appeared calm, seemingly unperturbed, it was all just a facade.

His heart felt a bit bitter.

Would she not want him anymore?

"Harry, drive, go." Lucas Knight’s voice was cold enough to be cutting, as if slicing the air into pieces.

"Yes." Harry North’s voice trembled a bit, incredulous, what’s happening? Is our Crown Prince... jealous?

Harry had just seen it as well, Miss Eva Nightingale was with another man.

Originally driving to pick up Miss Nightingale, but Harry never thought that upon arriving at the film crew, he would run into such a scene.

"Crown Prince, now that Miss Nightingale has taken a cab, should we..." Harry’s tone was shaking.