But today, she seemed obedient on the surface but showed no intention of responding, which made the distinguished man a little angry.
"What's wrong?" He lifted her chin, his tone carrying an unusual hint of patience.
Eva Nightingale said nothing. She didn't know why, but thinking of him having a fiancée made her heartache.
Actually, even before Carla Carr's reminder, she had already heard the rumors. That time at Platinum Castle, um, she unintentionally overheard people talking about Eugiene.
"What's wrong, hmm?" His face appeared slightly fatigued. Anyone could see that the Crown Prince was not in a good mood, extremely bad indeed.
His lips subtly curled, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly, filled with danger.
Eva said nothing, staring at him with wide eyes.
Heh, little thing, has no one told her that staring at him like that would get her into trouble?
What he couldn't stand the most was her big, watery eyes—utterly captivating.
