The dazed Eva Nightingale was suddenly held by a pair of large hands.
Slim, strong wrists wrapped around her, and a cool magnetic voice fell from above: "It's the middle of the night, who told you to come out, hmm?"
His tone carried a hint of displeasure.
Great, this little troublemaker, he had just managed to coax her to sleep, and now she's up sneaking around again!
The dew is heavy in the middle of the night.
She didn't even think to put on a coat before coming out.
Truly a worrisome little thing.
"..." Tomorrow she hid herself well, listening to their elusive conversation, she stiffened, never expecting that he would have the former First Lady salute her.
His voice grew hoarser than before: "If you don't behave, I'll settle the score!"
Does she look quite spirited? Hmm?
Eva Nightingale was carried into the study and placed on the desk. The man's handsome face came close: "Woman, do you know the consequences of eavesdropping on the President's conversation?"
