"I'll teach you an adult lesson!"
He was noble and unparalleled, exuding an aura of abstinence, and continued:
"If you don't want to learn the 'theory', we can also practice!"
"..." Theory, practice?
What kind of lessons are these?
When did Eva Nightingale say she wanted to learn adult lessons?
Lucas Knight simply hugged her, got up, and pressed her down on a mahogany table, his warm breath scattering over her face:
"Darling, can't you tell? Your husband wants you again."
He was being so indirect, wanting her to be a bit more proactive!
But his little woman was just so silly and adorable!
Eva moved slightly, her back against the cold table, unable to move as she was trapped.
"Your Highness, do you want me here?"
Her tone was... respectful yet negligent.
He was His Highness, he was the Crown Prince.
Back then, she said he didn't have a job! She even thought... he was truly unemployed!
Lucas Knight simply stood up straight.
